Swiftcurrent Creek tomorrow’s kings

He ran his tongue over his lips as Etienne explained how it might work, before telling Cambria a bit more about his home village. His head reared back a little. Had Etienne been raised by a single mother too? Of course, the situation sounded a bit more deliberate than Cambria’s, though he made note of this thing they had in common.

I suppose being an uncle is good practice in the meantime, the yearling posited, steering the conversation to less complex matters. I’d love to meet them someday, when they’re a little older, if that’s okay with you and Suzu. No pressure, of course.

He glanced past Etienne, toward the creek’s territory. The Dragonling was curious about the man’s home, though he would never ask to cross the borders. The idea of walking through another pack’s territory made him uncomfortable.

Refocusing on his companion, Cambria said, I should probably get out of your hair—not to mention get back to the rise—but to tell you the truth, I’m not quite ready to leave yet. Would you, he said, glancing around before pointing his snout at Duck Lake, maybe want to take a walk with me around that lake over there?