Bearclaw Valley oh brother, our blood was so thick

 She still does not know the exact meaning of Indra's phrase, yet she does not try to pull forth more than what she is given. 'Without a real family' is indicative enough. Poet hums, looking for the words she wants to say. Family is not something familiar to her, either, but growing up she was surrounded by love all the same. 

After a moment she says, "they will have you." The words are decisive, even as she pauses, trying to string together her thoughts. "They will construct a family for themselves, or you and Laurel will construct it for them, and it will be all the stronger for it was chosen." She cannot imagine any child of Laurel's growing up feeling unwanted, so long as they have Laurel and Indra's love for them, and love for each other. And she thinks of the rest of the pack, too, and their bonds: Blondine, surely, if no one else. 

"But," Poet sighs, hesitant, "I understand your fears to a degree. I never knew my parents, and though my childhood was spent with love, it is ... difficult, to feel that seperation from blood." If that's what Indra is talking about at all; she's volunteered no information about the father and Poet does not intend to press for it.