Moonspear your subaru is ugly

Inwardly, he was a bit relieved. It was weird, and he was glad Europia recognized that.

He smirked at her. "I wouldn't dare," he admitted, his tail swishing. "She can be, but she mostly keeps to herself. No one's done much caring for her, really — except me n' Kat try to bring her meals every now and then, if the kill's too far up or too far down."

He felt guilty about it, sometimes. Kindle wanted everyone to feel at home, but he wasn't used to "everyone" being wolves he hadn't known since birth. Even Katmai was a little strange to him. But that was what growing up was about, he thought. He had to fly the next sometime, didn't he?

"Anyway — what else are we meant to do?" he asked, perhaps rhetorically. "We should all hope someone'll care for us when we're old."

He lapped at the water himself, and then turned his attention back toward the higher peaks. Picking a direction he hadn't explored much before, he set off at a steady clip.

"What do you like to do, then?" he asked her, curious. "If it isn't telling fortunes."