Northstar Vale Makriá

Jack liked when his mom reacted to his loud voice. It wasn’t often that he got to see her physical responses to sounds, so their rare occurrence was a welcome one. When her ears fell back on her head, and she squinted – like travelling at high speeds – the boy giggled with pleasure. He all but ignored the next few words from the red rock wolf Arche, or whatever his name was.

Mom’s strong! But she’s stinky, too, he said loudly to the man, grinning wickedly back to his mother in hopes that she would try to scold him for calling her stinky. Jack didn’t think Towhee smelled or behaved in a rotten way. He just wanted to see if he could get a rise out of her. If given the chance, the boy would show just how ready he was to spar – any day, any time.