Sunset Valley It might've been the neighbor's kid, but I have my suspicions.

Tulimaq could have answered in many ways - or not at all. He did not believe that one had a choice in all things, though. Whatever thought came first, or action came naturally, was the correct one.

So his answer was sharply barbed.

It is the word for a bleeding tree. A pause. You look to have been rolling in much of it.

What are you gonna do now? A pest, this one. So many questions; did this one expect every wolf to be a friend? The girl did not have an ounce of fear in her.

Tulimaq did not know how he felt about that. Neither did he have an answer, so silence was all he offered as he began to prowl after the mother. At the very least he'd keep her within his range of sight.