Bearclaw Valley when i was young, i'd feed on it

True to her thoughts on the matter, he had not met Laurel yet, but hoped for the opportunity soon, if she were as lovely as this girl. Phocion didn't mean that in a lascivious way, either--she seemed kind and sweet, with a good disposition. If nothing else, she would make a great packmate.

He shook his head, grinning. "I've not had the pleasure," he said gravely, his tone at odds with his sunny expression. "I hear he's quite the grouch, particularly in this season."

Phocion tilted his nose, looking at her keenly. "What about you? Have you happened to make Arthur's acquaintance? If so, give him my regards." His voice was playful, dancing from one word to the next with levity.