Silvertip Mountain the conversation of eiros and charmion

she nods, fervently. boy, she responds. she hunches up her shoulder, lurching from paw to paw to try to illustrate bulk. she cannot, unfortunately, convey his dark fur—but they had spent enough time together, right? no mom, she adds.

is that cruel? no. it's a fact. his mother had been slaughtered by her own; the laws of nature in motion.

Avicus gives him something akin to a smile, heartened by his agreement. Ah. . . 

she can't say his name. it's too sibilant, too many esses. she balks, hanging back. Ahh-hlar, she tries again, and looks abashed. 'hank you.

she seeks his gaze. she means it.

if they can pull this off. . .