Swiftcurrent Creek Now how can he smile

Hirundo. Weird ass name for a weird ass guy. Before Mae could say as much, though, Hirundo made a comment that halted her. She paused with nose still hovering over the fish he'd shoved her way, frowning for a moment as if displeased with the meal.

She lifted her head to fix sightless eyes in his direction. What makes you think that? Mae asked, careful to avoid confirming or denying it even in her tone. Though, if she'd had a choice in the matter, she would sooner have named herself witch. She'd heard about the fear a witch could strike in other wolves; deserved or not, such a reputation sounded useful.