Bearclaw Valley wandering child

Oh.  Oh.  Ashlar did not know what to do with that.  As his smile grew wider, he looked down again.  T..thanks.  So are you?  He left a question on the end, which was not the most flattering of things.  That was the polite way to respond to such a thing, though, wasn't it?  Unless she didn't want to be considered cute, in which case he might have just offended her.  Ashlar's ears tilted back uncertainly, but he couldn't worry too much before getting the answer to his question.

That sounded extremely strange.  His mother had told him all about the stars, though, so Ashlar brightened at the mention of StarClan.  My mama said that the stars could talk.  She used to show me the pictures and how they tell us where to go.  He was too excited to remember that a wolf his age probably didn't use the term 'mama', and he was too excited to pause to stutter.  He hadn't expected anyone here to know about the stars like that.