Silvertip Mountain funkier than funkadelic wearing pampers

none of this sounded like rational normal person behavior. val kept his mouth shut, a great testament otherwise to his impulse control to blurt out: that sounds crazy! he didn't want to offend arielle, and he also didn't want to give aventus a reason not to like him. these wolves were some of the first wolves he had come across that were in his own age group: for the first time in his life, val was conscious of how hard he was working to say and do the right things to impress them.

bears everywhere, bears being respected and honored, bears sleeping and being celebrated in the spring.. val didn't think there was much worth honoring about that hideous brute of a bear that had chased down his family not once but many times - could it have been this bear came from this very valley?

"what kind of bears?" val finally ventured, to show arielle he'd considered her words and was now engaging in something she clearly enjoyed: even he had noticed the wistfulness of her voice when she mentioned them sleeping. like they were her friends and had gone away for a season. "and.. what do you mean by honor? you're not fattening me up to feed to the bears in the spring, right?" ... right?