Lake Rodney it's a sliver of glass; it is life, it's the sun

Buddy. . . No wolf would say that to their senior. His ears folded back slightly, eyes concerned, and the confusion grew even more so as Coltan seemed to have latched onto a story about a distant relative he barely knew.

Um, sure, Killer replied, amiably enough. But he was now thoroughly shaken up, and his mouth twisted silently as he waited for the boy—the fast-growing boy— to continue.

For all Germanicus's treachery, eventually, the man had taught Killdeer well to sense something off.

And right now, he sensed something quite off.