King Elk Forest (brave as a noun)

She gives him a concerned, motherly look that somehow comes off as not-patronizing.  The yearling looks to the boy's broken-dish eyes and she sees him, where he is coming from.  For a moment he reminds her of Mattias, bristling and angry, but Delight is more soft-spoken, more gentle than the beast that was her brother.

If it means anything, I am happy you survived and found your way here.  We are glad to have you, Delight.  She does not want to linger on his open wounds, she does not want to draw out the pain but she wants him to know that ultimately, more than anything else that he is accepted here.  If Mato could convince her that the birth of this pack was a new start for her, it surely could be for Delight as well.

Of course, you're welcome. So, do Chroniclers tell their stories?  I've never met one.  But once we've been established longer, you should tell me what you've seen.  From your point of view.  She shrugs, then confiding in the boy. I would love to pursue a Counselor trade and three separate specialties all under that branch.  I wish to be a master counselor.  Therapist, mediator, advisor.  Sometimes I worry over this niche, but it feels right somehow.