Moonspear [m] tabula rasa

You were his first love, I think, Killdeer teased, grinning. I was so jealous of him. It was true—the fact that Caracal had charmed the beautiful silver woman had been a pain point up until the moment of their tryst in the forest.

Now, Cal was gone, and he was here. Not that it made him feel better. He'd rather the three of them still be together, alive and well—even if the pups here were his uncle's and not his own.

Your mother is a great woman, he replied warmly, happy to seize upon a thread of conversation that didn't involve what could have been. Tell me more about her. She seems to know everyone and everything around these parts.