Stone Circle Sweet Home

Her repetition of the word “you” hadn’t registered with him, though as she introduced herself, Atreus certainly noticed a pattern emerging. He had an errant thought: did all white she-wolves suffer from a speech affliction? That was absurd, right?

He supposed the polite thing to do was ignore it, which was at least a little easier in this situation than the last one. Anyway, she was so stunning, Atreus decided he didn’t care if she stuttered.

I know of Swiftcurrent Creek, Atreus said, seizing on their common ground, but not Riverclan. Where’s that?

While he gave her an opportunity to answer that, he pondered what else he should ask about Kvarsheim. They were small and familial, which tracked with what he’d smelled. They were a peaceful people too, which was an interesting contrast to a place like Mereo.

You mentioned family. Is the pack run by your mom and dad, or…? he asked, actually much more interested in Inkeri now rather than her pack.