Bearclaw Valley I'm not lazy, I'm on energy-saving mode

He wasn't offended by her laugh. He knew how he must have looked, and could even laugh at himself over it. On the inside. His eyes lit up with humor, and he nodded. Only my pride was wounded, he admitted. He had a bruise on his head for a while, but nothing withstanding. 

She mentioned a sister, and running into a den wall. What's a den? he asked. He had only lived in nests and trees, and didn't realize wolves slept in what they called dens. I did, at some point, he said of his siblings. Though, once we learned to fly and hunt, we went our separate ways. We didn't stay in the same place as wolves seem to do. He had assumed that the wolf packs all consisted of family members. Do you like your sister? he inquired. He had no opinion of his own either way. They had parted long before any personalities had been set in stone.