Stone Circle the branches have traded their leaves

Clary giggled. "I know!" and nodded her head many times in agreement. She was fully aware of that herself, and took great pleasure in the sound of words, the idea of words, the making of words. The everything of words. Because, why have a voice, if not to use it?

His question, though, startled her, and Clary leaned her head to stare at him, dumbfounded. Well, duh, what kind of question was that? "Of course!" she said and shuffled about to get a better look at his face. "Stephie my sister, an I hers, too. She, me, an' Ezra, we bestests friends, and we always, forever, and ever, and ever - " she stamped a paw against the ground and widened her eyes so he would understand how much she meant this - "and ever be bestests friends."

Clary flopped back against his leg, content with her delivery, and curious, now, about him. "Wheres your brother an' sister?" She fully expected he had siblings, and one of each, for in her world, every wolf did. "Are yous bestests friends forever?"