Whitebark Stream Her secrets still like songs I'd never learned.

Kaori, she said, one of Bhediya's wolves. For a moment he wondered if the raven wolf-dog had puked at anyone else's paws, or if her bitterness had been directed solely toward him. The thought was fleeting, however, as he mustered a bright smile to accompany the polite dip of his crown.

"Likewise," he told her, hopeful that she and her comrades had managed to integrate themselves among those already established at Whitebark. "Don't worry, you're not interrupting. How are you finding life by the stream?"