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Finley's thoughtful reply didn't really surprise him. As she had grown older and matured, her interests and abilities had changed; and while he was sure that she would always look back fondly on her days of scouting, there were plenty of other aspects of life to keep her busy now. Like the aforementioned ninety kids and helpless husband.

"Well, really, we deal with our share of danger having all those kids around, I guess," he said with a snort of laughter. It seemed that each litter had been more reckless -- for the most part, Tywyll and Cinder were nothing like their eldest brother, Eljay. And the affectionately named foursome of "wildlings" certainly always managed to live up to that title.

He hummed introspectively at the thought of his children -- and their children. Liffey had been rebellious when she lived with her family, balking against her mother's control; he wondered what she was like now as a mother. "What do you think the grandkids will be like?" he mused aloud.