Whitebark Stream I tried to make ramen in the coffee pot and I broke everything

Timberlake's writer hadn't known about Huskarl dying, but Timberlake sure did. He hoped that Lavender would find happiness with her children back in Round Valley and was looking forward to seeing her. For now, he concentrated on the man's words; he hoped his call had been loud and distinctive enough to heed!

Just tell them I'll be around for a few days, if they want to spend some time with their cousin, he replied, smiling. I'll probably be looking for the maplewood—don't know if Dawn told you, but we used to live there. I think it's close? he guessed, his silly self completely missing the fact that it was just to the south.

Oh, wait. . .what's your name? Timberlake added, chuckling. I hope I didn't forget it so soon. That would be embarrassing. He didn't remember Dawn's mate sharing a name, but then, there was a lot to keep track of, these days.