Luneshale Pass I don't know where to put my hands

Kemal’s answer begged another question: Who’s your brother?

Bushtit wondered if he knew him. He was surprised to hear Kemal had been around an entire month, though it wasn’t that farfetched that they hadn’t met yet. He didn’t really live here, at least not officially. And when he spent time here, it was mostly with his parents.

Nah, he countered modestly, despite his mild offense a moment ago. I mean, I can make basic conversación but I still need lots of practice también.

He waited while Kemal paused to mark, swiping his own paws halfheartedly through the dust. He might not belong to Verapaz—and he really ought to be grabbing his mom that snack—but Bushtit still wanted to do his part while he was here.