Firefly Glen moonlight danced with the silhouettes

Another smile curved his mouth; if her fellow children were too quiet for her, he wondered how she could stand to converse with him. Even he had been more outspoken as a child; reservation had come with age, with hunger, with the evil of the world.

"You are likely to find the forest just as dull," he told her, though he was at loathe to discourage her from the place. It was better she knew beforehand, lest she end up too disappointed. "But you should still learn to fight. All wolves should — but small ones most especially."

He would see her become a mother. He would see her live to have a chance, at the very least.