Nova Peak children of the wild ones

He was collecting plants again when his father's howl went up into the sky. In most cases, this would have irritated the young Frostfur, who could not stand to be interrupted when he was focused on some task or the other. But he was a wolf and at least this time the instinct to howl back to the mountain patriarch, pinging his location not far from the center of the rendezvous site, won over. He tipped his head back and howled. It started out fine, but then moved into bizarre sound as one of the plants he had been holding slipped and stuck the back of his throat, causing him to gurgle, gargle and splutter before he coughed his entire collection onto the ground. He growled at this, and gathered them again before heading back to his father.

He did not go to Scimitar right away; he first made a stop at the rock he had chosen for laying his fresh plants on, and put his collection down. Then he ambled over, and sat down next to his sister with a sidelong glance at the bone she was gnawing on. Hmmm.