Tiero stands by the breeding rooms and watches the three kits, who gaze solemnly back at him. "That one is Thunder," says Jakin, pointing, "and that one is Pepper, and that one is, uh.." The girl with long ears says something in her own language. "How old are they?" Tiero asks. "I think... a half year," says the girl, in only slightly halting Eldarin. "Maybe a bit more." "Are they all right?" Jakin's sister asks, sounding worried. "They look small, but healthy," Tiero says. "Just untrained." He can't help smiling.