Firestone Hot Springs Listen to the Sky Dance with the River

That might happen pretty soon, if Peregrine sticks to the idea of calling his kid after me. Osprey thought. She still was very much opposed of the idea that her name would be given to someone else. In honor of her being such a great sister. Come on - no got a medal for being a good person. You had to be extraordinary. If you asked her then apart from some of the quirks, she couldn't name a single quality that made her any more special than the rest. Oh well... She might get used to the idea of being Yerpso.

"A storyteller and traveller?" Osprey stared at the balck she-wolf as if she was looking at the God himself. Had she been a human, she would be that odd book-worm type of kid. The girl adored stories and meeting a wolf, who might know new ones, was amazing. Cool. Unbelievable. "Totally awesome!" she yipped and made a little jump on the spot. "You have to promise me a story-telling evening. You simply have to. I love stories and I will die, if I won't hear what you have to tell," she added the childish threat, which was not meant ill. She simply was very excited.

"Crete is my brother, littermate and best friend. I share the den with him," she told.