Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

Each wolf she named shared some relation with her. Valiant thought he could almost be jealous, if family were something he would begrudge even the meanest flea. As it was, he could only feel glad for her, and intrigued and a little intimidated by the idea of trying to connect with so many others. But Vairë did it, didn't she?

"I met Inkalorë just before I found you," he said with a swing of his tail, pleased to be able to report this. See? It wasn't so hard!

Something had been tugging at his thoughts ever since he'd first spoken with Kukutux. He knew that there was moonwoman and sunman and moondoe — were their other titles he needed to learn? More to the point, what did they mean in terms of how he was meant to comport himself? Vairë had nixed his idea of bowing.

"What does moondoe mean?" he asked her. "You explained kinda already, but..."

He made a little gesture toward his own face.

"I was curious about your scar," he said. "Your momma said I should ask you about it. How it happened — and what it means, I s'pose."