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Larkspur didn't know—that hardly gave Harlowe pause. A statement like that would indicate he had many ancestors, which... well, obviously, he knew he had to have ancestors, but he didn't ever think there was any chance of researching far back into his familial history. Now, it seemed that Larkspur could guide him in this quest for knowledge—though he didn't offer up the answers right away, Harlowe thought maybe they were there, lurking behind his fire-colored eyes.
The man's next words definitely caught the young Valley wolf's attention, and his dark-furred ears pricked forward as the man spoke of where they were. They were far away? His face fell, the brilliant olive-colored eyes growing dull with disappointment, before they once again looked to the man's face, the next words he spoke blazing in the youth's mind: Khalif. That's where they were. “What is Khalif?” What did they do there? What were they like? How did he get there? A million questions swarmed in his head, but he only asked one—there would be time later to learn everything.
He knew he couldn't go there. Wherever it was, it was far, and he was small. He would not survive this journey there, if he even made it outside of these lands. But whatever he could learn from Larkspur, he would absorb.
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