Moonspear Chipper and Loud

It was Kindle's turn for his brows to jump. Twice, actually. First in surprise at the age she'd left home, and then again when her stance on puppies was made known.

"Well, that's the way of a pack," he said sagely. "Even if you don't wanna 'em yourself, someone's gotta have them. New blood is life blood. It's why the seasons turn."

But he wasn't here to try and convince her of anything. It wasn't as though he was a better contender, having not even a maybe-girlfriend to his name. What he said next was,

"You'n'him match, though. Leavin' home so young." Maybe they were well suited in that way. Were built the same, perhaps, or had at least learned the same hard lesson. Kindle didn't know; he'd waited until he was almost a yearling, at least. "Where'd you go?" he wondered. Katmai never talked about his earliest days away from home. What little Kindle knew, he knew from eavesdropping on adult conversations as a child.