Luneshale Pass A sinner once a sinner twice

Her tone was always that way with him. She spoke as though he was still a whelpling, needing to suckle from his mother’s tit. Stormpup had grown used to it. He took no offense, nor did he adjust his burning stare. 

What is that for? the young man inquired, voice grown rougher and moody over time. 

Qiao was a peculiar woman. Stormpup had never come across another like her. She would not have fit among the wolves of Riverclan. He had started to think this was not a flaw on her part, but a strength.