Swiftcurrent Creek A Proper Young Lady Does Not Bite.

She blinked at the older wolf as she spoke, her nearly blank stare giving reason to question whether or not she was listening.

A beaver - she was yet to learn of such a thing. A dam, however, she thought she did know. "Non, I know what a damn is though. I'm not supposed to say it."

She couldn't help but giggle. An excuse to say a banned word, the joy of every little one who has escaped the watchful gaze of a mother.

"How do you build one?"