Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

A frown touched his features. "I hope they do, too," he replied, his tone almost fretful. It was as Vairë had said — where would anyone be without family? To have such a good one and to be at odds anyway seemed like a terrible waste. He wondered what could possibly come between the moonwoman and one of her daughters, and then decided, pointedly, to just go ahead not wonder.

"She's a good woman," he said of Kukutux, his voice low, as if this were a secret that should not go beyond them. Saying it made him aware once more of all the wolves around them, who he had been watching without really seeing until then. He blinked around at them, glancing around surreptitiously for the woman he so praised.

He had the sudden, disconcerting feeling he was doing something wrong.

"What do you think they want?" he asked her. "Horns or hooves to chew? Fat? Hide?"