Bearclaw Valley archespore

"you valley wolves and your rocks," stigmata sniffed, trying not to recall his meeting of mona with any fondness. "i fear no wolf can throw a rock well enough to hit a bird," he said, coldly at first, but then in remembering his own sons he added in a lighter growl: "but i have been proven wrong before."

he afforded the high nest one last glace before motioning for the jiggling lad to join him. "come, let me show you a better way to catch birds."