Swiftcurrent Creek Winter is a cruel creature

"Samhraidh." She repeated the word aloud and again in her head a few times. "Samhraidh. Summer." This wasn't easy, but it was getting easier with every word. She wouldn't be able to string together words into sentences just yet, but she could get the hang of this soon enough. Kas noticed Kieran's strange look but watched it quickly disappear. Though she knew him to be a very private creature, she wanted to ask him what that was about. Instead, she simply let it side and turned back to thinking about his language.

Kieran was a strange fellow. He was a quiet sort, but he understood the intricacies of the heart and mind, perhaps even of the soul. He was braver than most and more loyal than many wolves she had met. "I appreciate that, Kieran. You are brave and selfless when it comes to family." Kas grinned. "I'm glad to consider you part of mine. I know you'll protect and guide us when the time comes."