Silvertip Mountain Somebody gimme a beat

Then on what level, wondered June as Krypton went on to name FitzDutiful brother and friend. If not on a personal level, then how did Krypton devise such bonds between them? June was not friends with anyone she didn't know well on a personal level, and Mason, her trueborn brother, she knew better than she knew herself. Ever a trusting creature, June did not deign to question it and accepted it with a cheery smile, though in later days she might think on it some.

"I was supposed to find Dutiful's pack," she said, glossing over the possibility that Krypton didn't know who Dutiful was, "but Auntie Gracious got lost and then I lost Auntie Gracious. So I came back." Her adventure wasn't a very exciting one. It took a great many days, but somehow she'd found her way back and none the worse for wear. "Auntie Gracious never came back, though," she noted with a soft sigh. Her aunt was no doubt just fine, but June nevertheless wondered after her.

"Did you know my Auntie Gracious?" she wondered, curious whether Gracious had spent much time among the Silvertip Mountain wolves or not prior to taking her niece under her wing.