Whitewater Gorge i don't know nothing about mopeds

Easy looked down at her paws, wondering if she really seemed dumb to Tegan. She knew she was big and ungainly, but Daddy liked to call her his warrior, and warriors were big, right? Sometimes she believed it, but a lot of the time, all it took was a little offhand comment from a friend to send her tumbling back toward self-consciousness.

"I've seen two of them," she bragged to Tegan, not quite as self-satisfied as she might usually be. "It sounds like a million mosquitos buzzing in your ears, so loud you can't hear your own thoughts! And the birds are as big as three moose all tangled together. Very scary." Of course, she hadn't been too scared at the time. Only after she'd heard from her father what they were really all about.

She still really wanted one of those necklaces.

"Me," she said swiftly, her stance turning prideful once more. "I'm a hunter, now. Just like my brothers and my sister. And I'm Daddy's guide - he's got no eyes anymore, so he holds my tail and I escort him on his scouting trips."