Lion Head Mesa How do you know I'm mad?

Arielle looked to the coyote woman with a frown, her expression full of unspoken questions. It wasn't as if she said there were no stories to be told to her as a child; she had implied that the stories were available, just not to her. 

But the subject was quickly shifted, and the healer knew she would not get any answers on the coyote's past. She looked back to the stars. Can you tell me the names you know? she asked instead, content to speak of the stars so that they could both forget what they would rather not discuss.