Blacktail Deer Plateau It's Britney, bitch.

The mental image Wraen created was quite funny. She smirked, thinking of a squirrel. Squirrels had little tiny legs and long bodies; she imagined minks looked like that. A lot of the rest went over her head. World domination? Current affairs? She knew some of those words, kind of.

But what Wraen said next had Lilitu riveted. Really? she asked, cocking her head. Wolves that talk different from you and me? How was that even possible? She had been able to understand every word of her family, and the wolves in the valley—even the mean ones! And now here she was with Wraen, having a conversation.

She had a lot to learn, and she was a little irritated that she was limited to this plateau to do so. Surely the world beyond must have more answers.