Swiftcurrent Creek that noble and most sovereign reason

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Helios is perplexed by the change. Weather grows warm; storms and rain abundant, as it replaces snow. All conditions he has learned the words of thanks to Kavik, and perhaps he should ask his mothers what the French equivalent is; a thought to keep stored in the back of his mind.

As seasons change, and he grows older, his coat noticeably changes with it. Once pitch black and then showing patches of brown, his fur is starting to hold a golden sheen—most noteworthy whenever the sunlight hit it just right. Perhaps that is another reason for Helios to avoid his namesake.

He travels through the Creek's undergrowth, sticking to the shadows as best as the boy could. The splintering of a sapling is watch catches his attention first; head whips alert in the direction. A silver wolf, with a strange looking bird in her jaws. One of their members, he assumes, and decides to investigate. The raven approaches.

« Who are you? » He asks in French.