Moonsong Glacier I missed that train

Valiant bowed his head so that the smaller wolf could reach him even with her bad leg. With his eyes shut, he contemplated the word Dutch had used — anoint. It was clear to the isbjorn that his cousin was settling in here in a much deeper way than he had in the past. He was making them his people, and Valiant admired him for it and felt a secret thread of covetousness. How did he do it so easily, like a chameleon changing its skin?

He was jealous, sometimes, of the way that Dutch had grown up. A stable home, even if his father was often mysteriously "away". At least he still had a father to seek!

None of this showed on Valiant's face when he lifted his head. There was only a renewed determination to do as his hunting partner had done.

"I will build an altar," he told her. "And I will see to yours. When I come back, will you teach me more of your sea gods?"