Bearclaw Valley You cannot live with a paw in each world.

How curious, thought Aventus. She seemed quite pleased with the name Snowskip, which was given to her by another, but was offended by the name he’d granted her. He watched the play of emotions across her face, none the wiser to the significance of her name, and slowly blinked.

No. It was delivered succinctly, with a matter of fact air, as if Aventus had any right to decide what Snowskip’s name was. If the leader of her old pack had given her one, then the prince of her new pack had every right to do the same. Brat, he repeated, quirking his lips up in an eerie double of Merrick’s smug grin.