Firefly Glen moonlight danced with the silhouettes

She was a strange creature. Being near to her was like being presented with a pile of the trinkets she searched for. Catamaran did not know which to pick up and examine first. He turned them over in his mind in order, thinking first about the gathering she described. It sounded like a dangerous place for so young a wolf, but he supposed she'd had her father with her. Distantly, Catamaran thought that he might have liked to see that.

He passed more quickly over her assessment of this, deciding that she must be calling him boring. He made this connection only because it was not the first time such a thing had been said. His tail swished in satisfaction at a mystery solved.

It was the last part on which he lingered. But first:

"I felt that you were mocking me," told her. Not in accusation or with any negative feeling. He just thought it important that she know how her words were interpreted. "You mocked Luhtar," he added, again without rancor. "It doesn't matter whether he deserved it. You don't know that man. He could have been angry. He could have hurt you."

And now, his main takeaway: "You should learn." He had come to the source of the interesting scent. It was only a scrap of ermine fur — small, but immeasurably soft. "To fight," he added, in case he hadn't been clear.

He picked up the scrap of fur and came to drop it at her paws.