Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

"Those are beasts that try to lure you into bodies of water and eat you. It is kind of reverse hunting, if you think about it," Dwin explained, but for the time being she could not remember, which was which. One - a beautiful girl with a fantastic voice, the other was told to be a reed-covered horse. Since Cassidy did not seem to know anything either, she let it rest there. The important thing - he had now been properly warned. 

"Blackthorns is the family name. But a plant too, come to think of it. Never really occurred that there was a connection," she explained. "A long long time ago my grandma Finley came here and that's, how the branch of Blackthorns began. She had a lot of kids, her kids had a lot of kids, my uncles had kids - both that they know of and those that they do not. Basically - I will not exaggerate that almost every pack here has some connection to Blackthorns. That's one of the reasons I never intend to marry. The probability of accidental incest is very high," she said, drowning her companion in words and stories, because once the inspiration hit, she just could not stop. 

"The thing is - that even Finley had a lot of sisters and brothers - so I can never be sure about Blackthorn heritage outside the wilds too," she said. "You may be my upteenth cousin or something and I might not even know that," she grinned. "But you do not have any Blackthorns that you know off in your family tree? I guess you don't, since you do not have the signature marking that all my relatives have without exception," she referred to the Blackthorn stripe - a dark line running from the base of one's skull right up to the tip of the tail.