Phoenix Maplewood kesyon

mireille nodded. "i t'ink dat is why bot' my mot'ers only like each other." with not much more than a rudimentary understanding of how pups were conceived, and no interest to learn more, she accepted what she had always known. da njord had been involved in some way. and that was all that was necessary to understand.
"but sobo." she smiled. "he is good. sometimes being wid him reminds me of being wid you. in a different way," she rushed on, flustered. "i mean. trust. an' i can learn t'ings."
she stared up at the trees surrounding she and druid. sobo was her favourite friend. druid felt as if she had become more in a way that mireille was not ready to admit, because she did not have the words to describe this feeling.