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It wasn’t long before he was ambushed by one of his grandkids. He laughed and opened up his paws as little Wynter came racing towards him. She pushed to put her flowers down, and jumped up to kiss his cheek. As she did so, he wrapped his paws around her and lifted her off the ground, and onto his shoulder. “Hello, Wynter.” he told her fondly. “I was fixing a step to Bas and Hazel’s house” he explained.

“Say, Wynter, do you know what your middle name is?” He asked her, voice lightly amused. He had only recently found out himself what his mischievous son had named the poor girl. One of his grandkids was named after him. It seemed every day the Fatalis history got a little longer.


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