Broken Antler Fen It's all there in the gospels

"Seems to be," He replied. After all- he had eight littermates of his own, and several others from other litters, and from those Blackthorns had come dozens of nieces and nephews- too many to keep track of, especially considering the fact that he refused to be a babysitter. Apparently, though, he wasn't the only one who hadn't had children- and Wraen seemed to have met more than one that hadn't decided to become a baby factory as soon as they were physically capable- though the reasoning she provided made him scoff. "Probably has something to do with their personality," He smirked. 

She was right, though, when she observed that he- like many others in his family- was a wanderer. Not exactly an adventurer, as he thought that that label sounded a bit immature but he'd take it as a compliment regardless. Apparently Wraen was quite a well-informed individual. Not only did she know about the Blackthorns, but she also knew some of what the Neverwinter wolves had been going through. "Yeah. Dude's got too many kids and yeah, a bunch have wandered off." Could Jackalope even name them all? Not likely- not even the ones he was related to, without having to stop and think. Thinking was a dangerous past-time for Jackalope. "So have a few packmates too. We're stretched a bit thin," He said, wondering what Wraen might think of that news.