Moonspear run away

The dog had startled her. Tiuttuk licked her lips as she began to feel wrong-footed. She still didn’t know the first thing about dogs, nor why Haedwig clearly feared them. She could gather that a dog was a creature of some kind, of an ilk that Katmai and Kinusi might welcome in the ranks. Perhaps it was some kind of canine, similar to coyotes or foxes (which she incorrectly lumped in with the others).

She mulled another moment, then decided to confess, I don’t know what a dog is, exactly. Is it some sort of canine? She paused to let Haedwig answer, then tacked on, What about them makes you so uncomfortable?

Treepie knew some wolves disdained aforementioned smaller canids, though she wasn’t one of them. She vaguely remembered her anaa talking fondly of a coyote she’d known prior to Tiuttuk’s birth—perhaps a potential sire, if her parentage hadn’t been so obvious. She couldn’t recall his name, nor whether she’d met him or any other… wait.

She could never forget Quail’s peculiar face, nor the strange tales she’d told. Some of her words floated through Pie’s memory now: “…made to live with dogs…” Treepie’s yellow eyes widened.