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Epsilon wasn't paying much attention as he drifted over, absentmindedly humming a dark tune under his breath. "Name and busi--oh," he started, cutting himself off as he looked up and matched the scent with the memory. This little girl smelled like that one loner he'd knocked up a while back. Was this a kid of his? The tom blinked, unable to stop the smirk from slipping onto his muzzle. "Name and business," he finished, deciding he'd better confirm some things before jumping to conclusions.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; text-align: justify]The young wolf pup made his way over to the two, ears pricked so he could catch the words being spoken between them. First thing the observant pup had noticed was that something about the little girl had momentarily stumped Epsilon, who was the only guy so far in the tribe that Harley had managed to dislike already. Being the nosey and curious kid he was, the two moon old lad decided he would certainly have to find out. Anyhow as he came to a stop when he reached them, Harley's big chocolate coloured eyes fell upon the ginger furred feline. Little Red. Oh yes, the name was quite fitting for compared to him she was both very small and red. Deciding not to comment on it, the kid simply let a small grin cross onto his maw. [b]"Well welcome to the tribe, I dunno who your dad is but I'm Harley." The wolf pup greeted with a shrug of his shoulders. Harley didn't know that Epsilon was his father, if he had then he might have registered the fact that the girl before him was his half-sister.
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Epsilon wasn't sure whether to be horrified or to burst into laughter. Both, maybe? Oh, this whole family crap was getting out of hand. Had everyone gotten pregnant? The tom had to wonder how many other kids he had. "So, Little Red, do you know your dad's name? I'm sheriff around here after all. I may know him," he asked casually, although he had figured it out already. "Oooh... Lemme use my psychic powers to guess--his name's Epsilon, and your mom is... Riley, maybe? Or Helen..." Maybe it was Sure. Splash? Crap--he knew the smell on Little Red was intimately familiar, but form who? He could name at least ten possibilities.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; text-align: justify]As Epsilon spoke, the wolf pup found himself almost spluttering in response. The slightly older kitten in front of him was Epsilon's daughter. The girl seemed sweet and Harley found himself pitying her. He would much rather stay as he was not knowing who his father was or having them around then live with the fact that his father was Epsilon. Well, it was safe to say that the kid didn't feel much other than hatred and irritation towards the sheriff. Somehow he managed to keep a straight face as he spoke, his words being directed towards Little Red. [b]"Well then, you're looking right at your dad." Harley stated as nonchalantly as he could, inclining his head in the direction of the girl's dad to show her who her father was. Oh, poor Red.
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Epsilon shrugged. "Guess so," he decided. So this was Riley's? He'd never liked her much. She'd gotten all offended when he'd left, when it was really her own fault for thinking anything more. Maybe it'd bite him in the butt later, but whatever. Maybe it already had bitten him in the butt, but he was just numb to it at that point. "I wouldn't be surprised. You said your mom's Riley? Then yeah, that'd be me." Riley sure had an odd naming sense.

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S T O P S I T T I N G O N T H E M E S S Y O U M A D E
P R E T E N D I N G I T S A T H R O N E
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The mute had grown to love the unexpected, caress it, for you never know what it can turn into, a horror, or something beautiful. But the ebony female could not bring herself to grasp this event, it was like it was... Dangerous. She felt as if she was tredding forbidden groud. Biting her anger down, she tried to push the sweet, soft, name out of her head. Fairy. Padding up to Little Red, her dull blue orbs flashed with pure worry and horror. She shouldn't have come her. They needed to take her back. Take it her far far FAR away from her father.

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Aelin watched the family drama from the edge of the small crowd. Hah, now this was funny. Now epsilon had little mutants to take care of, but she assumed he would just leave them be. Poor kids she was sure they were looking for a loving father. With a soft sigh she walked right over to stand next to epsilon. "Well welcome to the tribe Little Red. I'm Aelin. Also, congrats on finding your family. I'm sad to announce that he isn't that much of a catch," she stated adding a little laugh towards the end and an attempt of a friendly shove is epsilon's direction. She would probably be liked hung or something for that statement about the all mighty sherif. But screw that.