Swiftcurrent Creek my name in your mouth, that was all it took

After a few minutes, Cambria began to ponder the merits of calling. He hated to disturb Etienne—or anyone else, for that matter—especially when they were likely focused on searching for the wayward Requin. Perhaps he could just send up a brief howl letting someone know where to find his offering, then leave to let them collect it at their leisure.

Before he could execute this plan, a svelte and silvery figure appeared. Cambria peered at the young girl, struck wondering if she might be one of Requin’s sisters. Before he could ask, she shot him a sharp-tongued question. The yearling didn’t mind her tone. Good for you, he thought toward her.

Shooting her what he hoped was a reassuring if careworn smile, he called back, I’m Cambria. I’m a friend of Eti’s, he mentioned to hopefully put her at ease. If he was right about her, Etienne was her uncle. I just came by to give him this.

And, of course, he’d hoped to inquire about Requin. Maybe the Dragonling hadn’t found him because he was back home, safe and sound. He didn’t dare bring that up, at least not yet. Instead, he remained mum, letting the girl get a word in edgewise.