Silvertip Mountain Life changes, but memories don't.

Stoic was annoying.

Odette was just happily snuggling up against the black furred wolf, beginning to fall asleep, when Stoic let out his own version of a growl and then said "Foon!"  Sure, she admired her Brother's ability to speak, but not when it disturbed her sleep.  Odette let out an angry growl of her own before snuggling up closer to the black furred male.

For a few seconds she began to wonder a little frettfully about how Stoic would react to her growl.  Would he chew on her ear again?  Sit on her like Adeline did?  Do something even worse?  Odette hoped not.  Maybe this black furred wolf would protect her if Stoic tried anything.  Comforted by the thought Odette snuggled up even closer to the wolf.