Deepwood Weald giggle at a funeral

Different? How so? Killdeer asked, tilting his head. Where did you come from, before?

She asked about Moonspear, and he smiled, rolling one shoulder backward in gesture toward the mountain that loomed—unseen, but still felt—beyond the forest canopy.

I've got a few kids up there that I'm trying to raise, he explained. I promised their mothers I'd be there, even if they weren't necessarily mine by blood.

And there was a possibility that some of them weren't. There would never be a true way of knowing—well, beyond Tikaani and Treepie, whose looks were undeniable—but it didn't matter. 

He claimed them all in his heart regardless.