Bearclaw Valley quicksilver cruel

The sharpness of his voice left her wondering if she had probed too far too soon, though he seemed to relent and assume in the same stroke following. Her ears fanned back in thought for a moment, not quite sure how to disagree. Plants weren't the only thing she had been taught, but it was the one area of study that she had been afforded the opportunity to succeed. But that was too verbose, too forward.

"I know lots of other things too," she said instead—it sounded childish out of her mouth. Too late to be taken back now. "I always wanted to learn more, but there were... changes." And now she had offered too much, too soon.

Phoebe shook her head dismissively at the memories.

"Do you plan to teach the others here? How to fight and defend, I mean. I feel like we'd have to and all, I know there's wolves on the other side of the valley." No doubt he knew too, they would all know. Wolves were far from fully silent creatures, and they butted against forests and plains full of prey. Prime real estate, it would have seemed.