Swiftcurrent Creek hurray for the riff raff

This one certainly bounced back quick enough, he noticed, and Haunter found that he was more focused on young Bones than he typically was with anyone else. He attributed it to her age, but couldn't be certain as he'd never had children of his own and hadn't exactly been allowed near many wolves' youngsters.

She shared—perhaps overshared with him—what she knew about Atticus and then concluded with calling her mother a "tramp", which warranted a slight widening of his eyes. He regarded her for a long moment, and then decidedly shrugged. "In my opinion, that makes your father no different," he mused, wondering why she garnished so much respect and would willfully search for a parent she had never even met. If her father had the gall to lay with a female and then not stick around, then he obviously had cared as little as she did about the outcome.

Still, he was sure she had her reasons for disliking her mother more. "And being the child of two tramps as you are, does that mean I should call you Little Tramp?" As soon as he'd said it, Haunter remembered why he didn't make jokes—it simply wasn't his forte.