Stone Circle When we were young

"But," Burr objected, "Cyron asked me to find his fedder!" Nikai was presenting Burr with an important life lesson—that lying was not the right way to solve any problem—but he didn't quite understand it. Cyron was sweet and understanding most of the time, and Burr had no doubt that his little brother wouldn't have a clue that the two feathers weren't one and the same. There was the tricky possibility that Rowana would ruin the entire lie, but he hadn't thought that far ahead just yet.

"Won' he be mad at me?" Burr went on, though he did fall into step with the older male when Nikai mentioned a kingfisher. "Wassat?" he couldn't help but to ask. He had heard the chortling cackle of kingfishers before and would recognize it if he heard it again, but he didn't realize that sound came from a particular species of bird that was also an excellent water hunter. He had never differentiated birds before, so he imagined instead a wolf who wore a crown of fish upon his head and hid in a cave by the lake to impart feathers on passersby.