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

He learned more and more about Snowskip without needing to say much at all. His eyes sharply picked over her features, reading the indignation there. He felt a thrill of exhilaration at the effect so few words could have on a wolf. He could read her like a book when she reacted that way. It meant a lot to her.

She called him a brat, and he blinked, but didn’t otherwise react. Merrick had called him that, too. He didn’t know it was meant to be offensive, and even if he did, he recognized it for the retaliation it was. She'd called him cute before. Instead, he curled his lips impishly and prompted her with a questioning lilt of, StarClan?