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Heda was the first to confirm, her enthusiasm earning an amused glance. He nodded at her question, fox-like snout pointing back at Etienne as the young man chimed in. Caracal’s brows darted upward when he recognized a few of the names the boy dropped.

Hey, no way! Those are my grandmas, Caracal exclaimed. His nose wrinkled a little as he said, My dad’s name is Reyes. I don’t think I’ve ever met Chacal, he mused, head tilting ponderously, or Mireille, either. But do you know Meerkat? She’s my older sister.