Mudminnow River guide your loyal sons and daughters

His compliment on her intelligence placated her somewhat, though she also rankled at the implication about Heda. Druid was forced to admit—with utmost fondness, always—that her sister had been a little reckless.

Kigipigak dropped the subject and Druid followed suit, listening closely as he spoke of the merits of fishing. Do fish sometimes form herds? she wondered, having never witnessed a school before.

She shadowed his steps as he walked along the riverside. Druid could only hope he meant to show her a thing or two, otherwise she didn’t have any particular interest in accompanying him anywhere.

His question made her pause and look at him in mild surprise. Yes, Sequoia is my mother. How did you know that? Druid forgot to answer the second part, her mismatched eyes boring into the side of Kigipigak’s face.