Silvertip Mountain Tell Me What The Rain Knows

He didn't answer her question, only shrugged. Nanook's lips drew tight. Of course there was mystery in these things, but what good was a mystery if there was no way to solve it? His lack of solid answer stirred an ember of ambition, and her brow hardened. Even if the man couldn't understand the birds, there still might be someone in the world who could.

She held herself when he approached her, a boldness from her childhood a light in her chest. "Yes." She confirmed his observation, and repeated his name in her head to establish the relationship between wolf and scent. A silence drifted between them until she felt secure in the connection. Then, she replied, "I'm Polaris." The name came no easier to her tongue, even with the many times she had spoken it to herself and to others since arriving to Silvertip, and she wondered if it ever would.