Bearclaw Valley She's got the high score and you're coming off way too keen

He paused in his whirling to shoot his aunt an inviting grin, but then he was right back to it, swinging his bulk in wide arcs while his paws wore furrows into the wild grass. Marten seemed reserved like his adoptive mother; he was hard to pull into a game as well. It was a lot more fun when others joined in, but he was excellent at entertaining himself as well, so he didn't slow down until another made themselves known.

She may not have recognized him, but Lucas knew who she was immediately. He never forgot a face. Now that she was all grown up, Nunataq was almost indistinguishable from her mother. At first, Reigi's name leapt to his lips and he faltered, but knew from the wordless way she approached Indra that this was not his friend from the coast. Reigi would have greeted him long before she would have gone to his aunt, if what she'd told him was true. If not her, it could be only one other.

Nuna! exclaimed Lucas, leaping toward her with a merrily wagging tail and lolling tongue.