Sie... is a fail. 
The idea that Larkspur might have lied to him and told him the wrong pack had never occurred once to Harlowe. They were family, and so there was to be nothing harmful or deceptive between them. This was what family meant, or so Harlowe believed—later he would learn that family neither automatically protected one from harm nor automatically deemed a fair relationship between its members. The tawny-furred child waited for King to speak again, still uncomfortably shifting his weight about, generally unable to keep truly still. There was always movement about the young D'Angelo; his ears and eyes roved the world around him, soaking up everything he could possibly learn about it.
“Thank you, King,” the youth said. “My cousin Addison lives here too, but I really want to see Larkspur,” he added. Harlowe had been given good manners by Naniko, of course—sometimes he wasn't quite sure how to use them, but he was perfectly cordial when he understood what to say. “Do you have a lot of family here?” he asked. Most of his own family was far away; he wondered what it was like to have lots and lots of family all in the same area. He could have no way of knowing King likely had the most relatives of any wolf from these lands ever, of course.
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