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Little Tyrs. Was everyone just throwing their spunk around? It seemed like puppies seemed to drop quicker and quicker every season. Rhyme's most recent litter had initiated an avalanche of other puppies and Abaven was full to the brim once more. With how Poem looked so starry-eyed at Sparhawk, Theo was sure she'd be aunt soon. What a terrifying thought. The responsibility of it all almost made her stomach clench. Theo wrinkled her nose slightly at the mention of the volcano. She couldn't imagine any wolf treating the subject so lightly, but maybe this impish girl hadn't been personally touched by the disaster. "Little Tyrs? Are they yours?" she teased the obviously not-pregnant female. Theory wasn't sure who was related to whom within the Fireside network. In fact, she knew little of the pack at all except for their roguish leader. Maybe she'd have to fix that. "Yes, Rhyme is my father," she answered plainly. While she loved her father dearly, she knew many others didn't share her sentiment. He was estranged from his own father and she couldn't put a paw on whether or not this girl was close to Valentine. "If you tell me your name I might be inclined to show you around." It was half a joke and half an attempt to redirect the conversation.