Redtail Rise niente

He'd forgotten. The boy spoke so softly that Ashlar hadn't felt the need to hide the way he usually did. It was the bard's turn to look down at the flower, wondering if it was right for him to be the one to say this. He couldn't refuse to answer now and lying would be worse.

Baba is what I call my father. The word sounded oddly stiff and formal, and when he thought it, he did not picture Gannet. A wolf called father would be a stranger to him.

He and mama both taught me things. She taught me songs and he taught me plants. He didn't look for a recognition he knew wouldn't be there, and instead waited to hear what Reki might make of it. Had he claimed new wolves to hold those titles? Or did he still see his own mama as the one to take this role completely?