Moonspear It isn't very often

His analogies amused her. First, he spoke of being a rock, then a tree. The imagery was apt and easy to follow. Tiuttuk bobbed her head, picturing the tree he described. It made no sound as it fell in her mind, though her ears twitched at a sudden burst of bird calls nearby. They sounded chipper despite all the snow.

Is it important to be physically strong? she found herself asking. I’m not the biggest or baddest wolf, by any stretch of the imagination, Pie acknowledged with a huff of laughter. But if I need to be stronger to serve the pack, then I want to work on that. She paused. How would I accomplish that?

She gazed at him guilelessly, hoping someone of Hakumele’s age and experience might have some answers. If he didn’t, she supposed she could always circle back to her dad, or maybe track down Alaric. They were both strongmen, in her eyes.