Northstar Vale Some birds mate for life

Sam, unlike his mother-by-marriage, was easy to deal with.  His tail swept quietly next to his feet while he reflected on what Gracious said, and as he wrestled with it he realized that perhaps he had done the right thing after all.  Perhaps he was still a good boy.  

There was still time for Ibis to learn the truth, and it could still come from him.  When they were both ready.  That makes sense, he says, a gentle if not slow smile coming to the corners of his lips.  Is there something between?  Something more complex than a bird, but not as much as wolves?