Bearclaw Valley the great imitators

Ico should not have been surprised to encounter another wolf so soon, for Ursus was growing fast. But he'd been lost in his own thoughts, so slightly startled at the cool, curious voice that met him. Here stood a tall, strong wolf with a pleasant accent, and Ico paused a beat before deciding to be socially brave and indulge her.

... A litter of puppies emerged into a strange, wild world. He didn't yet know how many. Born into a pack with a tangible connection to bearkind, their elders would call the children Bearberries. But their first chapter was not truly about them but about their parents: the witch-boy who draws his own path, and the silent warrior who thrives in the shadows. All I know about them stems from before their days as parents...

He shifted a little awkwardly, allowing a pause for interruption; for he hadn't forgotten that he had an audience, and that said audience was a stranger. Perchance he was making a fool of himself.