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The young boy did not miss her almost misspoken greeting. It had not been the first time that he had been mistaken for his brother, but Kiyoshi did not understand why it was such a difficult feat to tell the two boys apart. He knew Juniper as a relation to the girl Storm Whitebark. As such, he imagined that the girl who was wrestling the tree branch shared the same last name.
 
“Juniper Whitebark,” the boy deadpanned. His large puppy head nodded respectfully, as he had been shown by his mother.
 
The girl approached him with a slight limp to her step. Kiyoshi watched her favored limb with an intent stare. “Wolves cannot climb trees, Juniper,” the boy told her in a matter-of-fact tone. It was not intended to be an insult to the pale-cloaked girl. He simply wasn’t sure if she knew. The words were difficult on his young tongue, but he managed well enough.