Big Salmon Lake descended from the rift

"I am bad with names, but the wolf was black with blue eyes and rather young, I think," Birk replied, raking through his memory for a name, but finding nothing but cobwebs and dust in that department of his mind. Oh well... it was not like he was going to meet that person again anytime soon. No need to bother...

"I am a Redhawk," he agreed, noticing how easy it was to admit that he belonged to his new family now that he had spent few months with them. Not everyone (with a certain grumpy cub in mind), but most of them treated him both like a friend and a relative. Distant, but still related. "Which family do you belong to?" he asked, when the lady did not ask any questions to keep the conversation going.