Luneshale Pass you keep sayin' that i'm nothing like my father

She dismissed his offer, unsurprisingly. Fiamma then turned her attention back to the green sprout between her forefeet. Bushtit looked at it too, wondering why it had captured her attention. His ears twitched as she whispered to it.

Before he could ask why she was doing that, her eyes cut back to him and she spoke so harshly that Bushtit took a backward step. A hurt look flashed in his eyes as he took another, more consciously this time, and shook his head.

Nada, he said. He paused, still so curious why she was talking to an inanimate object, but Bushtit sensed she might snap at him if he asked. I can just, he said instead, jerking a paw and leaving the rest unsaid as he turned to go.