Northstar Vale Your art was the prettiest art of all the art.

Wow, uh, okay. She was pretty sure Mama was the boss of her, not this kid. She said nothing for a while, only cocking a brow in a bona fide "Really?" look at the boy. She didn't like him one bit. He was cocky and reminded her of all the other white wolves around. Well, besides Hotaru, who was super nice.

And speaking of her— Is Hotawu yowh sissy? she asked, tilting her head slightly. She would try to make nice, at least for now. I have a sissy too: Awee. . .Aweel. . . Her forehead furrowed as she tried and failed to spit out her sister's name. Why had Ibis given them such hard-to-pronounce (at least for a toddler) monikers?

Lilitu gave up, distracted once more by the fireflies. Pwetty, she remarked softly, nodding at one winking close by.