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Peregrine hadn't thought of Robin in a long time. He hadn't known her well enough to miss her and even had a hard time grasping that she was Fox's sister. Obviously, he couldn't say what had become of her, nor of her other siblings, nor even his own. Atticus would always be a gigantic question mark. So would Crete. Over the years, it was becoming clearer to him that it wasn't unusual for your natal family to fall away in favor of the family you chose, the one you made.

He licked his lips and mused, "Maybe one of my brothers or sisters has met up with one of yours and they're making a batch of sprogs too. It's a shame 'cause I never got to know Robin at all. There have been a few like that, like Magpie too. See, that's what I don't like: the ones that take advantage of our home, then vanish without so much as a goodbye. If you're gonna leave, okay... just say something before you run off into the sunset."

A thought occurred to him and he finished by quipping, "Maybe we should avoid bird names. I think it might make them flighty." Oh my, wasn't he clever? Of course, it didn't apply to, say, himself or his sister, Osprey. But having just talked about a Robin and a Magpie taking wing, he couldn't really help himself.