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She listened as the older wolf spoke, quiet as she listed off traits of her maman and her uncle too. Leonore had opened her mouth to speak once more when auntie continued, telling her of what to Leonore sounded like a horrific fate which had befallen family unknown to her, a fate which could very well claim herself and Marina's litter as well.

Hesitating momentarily, she turned back the way which she came. She would take her to the cave if that was what must be done. Be kind. She doubted that this woman would listen, but it was the attempt that counted.

If we are family, then what is your name? She asked, eyeing the other as she began the trek back to Marina's cave. Mine is Leonore, or sometimes Barracuda. Maman uses both.