Moonspear Nothing wrong with the radio

Not sure if I know Frolic, he replied, helping spread out the now-drying pelt. He continued to tug furs free from the water, cleaned and ready to dry. But if she's related to the wolves there, I'm sure she's wonderful.

His thoughts rested now on Amalia, which gave him a pang. He missed his friend, his sounding board. His half-siblings, too—and was Teya all right?

Do you ever think about leaving, and traveling? he asked, cocking his head in curiosity.