Swiftcurrent Creek I am complete in your eyes.

The tiny arms along her back didn't bring her discomfort, but rather a sense of belonging. Her brother—or Stone, as she would one day call him—was never something to be pushed away. If anything, Brook tended to snuggle up to him, even when their parents were around. She made soft whimpering noises at him, but they were not sounds of distress. One of Stone's tiny paws popped into her mouth for a second, and she gummed it, her teeth far from their adult formation.