Moonspear just the way I like it here

The poison. The poison for Kuzco, the poison chosen especially to kill Kuzco, Kuzco's poison

Katmai was, predictably, quite charmed by the idea of a girl who was born singing. There were stories about that in his lineage as well, though not about any wolf who lived today. More often, it was said that a wolf had "died singing" — but Katmai knew now that those words were not meant to be looked at too closely.

An odd feeling sank over him as Alaric gave his permission. A thread of excitement still existed in him, sure — but mostly, he felt quietly calm. Settled. At peace. Moisturized.

Katmai let out a little breath.

"Then we will stay here," he said, speaking the words into the quiet between them. Slowly, his tail began to wag again. "I spoke to Treepie about it — I would like to call the village Dawnspear. To honor both our families."