Moonspear there's no one to bother me, except

Not marking the sled made plenty of sense to Katmai. He was familiar enough with the concept of a cabin, too — though what he imagined was the "lodge" (as the seal hunters had called them) that he'd spent some of his earliest months in.

"My father was nomadic for many years before I was born," he informed the dog, drawing as many points of connection between their two realities as he could. It was difficult to contextualize the things that the dog told him, but Katmai fancied that he was doing rather well.

They came through a break in the trees, soon enough, and looked out over Silverlight Terrace. Katmai pointed his nose toward the distant, unseen shoreline and the plateau that lay nestled there on the coast.

"I was born a few days' journey in that direction," he said, a sad smile on his face. "In a forest by the sea. I grew up in a village called Moontide, and at that time, the place we are now was called Moonspear. We were sister villages — us, and also Moonglow," he nodded then to Ouroborus Spine, which was much more easily spotted. "The moon wolves are a kind of kin to me, and this is a place of moon wolves. And morning wolves, too — that's me and Kindle."

It did not feel like a foreign place to him. There were not far from the place where he'd been born, and the wolves around him were familiar in ways that he found homey and comforting.

"What are sled teams like?" he asked, ever curious. "They are kin to you?"