Phoenix Maplewood string in my hands tethered to faceless friends

so it was true, of wintersbane. he would make the same mistake. well, perhaps not the same. were they all aware of one another, upon this mountain? duskfire must certainly be exploding at its veritable seams with an outburst of children, and from what he had seen, most of the glacier was feminine in nature.
he kept all this judgement and perusal to himself.
"the mothers." mahler paused. "do they accept you?"
zephyr had never seemed the sort of wolf who might easily make such bonds. wintersbane had built an immediate and admirable empire.
perhaps rivenwood might be its healing counterpart.