Fox's Glade Serenity Ribbons

Trust was not so easily gained. She turned to the rustle behind her. The sign of the darting fox swayed only in the vacant nod of the distant bushes, but she felt their presence all about them. Nanook turned back to Birk, ignoring the glint of a small pair of eyes that watched them from the shrubbery.

"There's no one thing to earn it. Mine builds over time." As he proved himself not merely an asset, but as someone worthy of calling kin. Actions, words, and longevity combined - and the words of others for or against him. Those were almost more valuable than his own. But Nanook understood that conversation was a step in the right direction when one lived with others of conversational nature, and she did have questions for him. "Conversation," she corrected, with a slight tip of her head. She wanted their trust to be a mutual one, for she recognized their unfamiliarity fell both ways. "Why Easthollow?"