Otter Creek Does it hurt to feel so high?

The coywolf hummed over the state of Etienne's paws; the ice he'd stomped in had been clear of debris, but their walk in the woods had not. Dusty Rose began laving dirt from between the other wolf's toes, one large ear cupped toward the explanation being given.

"I have a lot of weirdness in my family," he commented, a wry half-smile hooking his mouth at the corner. But his dark blue eyes were sad on Etienne's face. He knew a little about what it was like to look like someone else. It was part of the reason Dad hadn't wanted to leave home. That and the weirdness, which he hoped was not the same brand that plagued Etienne.

He held one bloody paw between two of his own.

"What was she like?" Dusty asked, point blank. "Your grand-mère."