Shimmering Sands whale's way

Rabbit fur, huh? Fjall hummed with laughter beneath her, happy to lay with Ariadne like this until the seas had gone dry and the mountains eroded to dust. It was different, somehow, than curling up with his mother – who he loved more deeply and wholly than anyone – though it would be impossible for him to explain how or why it was. There was an edge of nervousness there, as if afraid she were uncomfortable with him and only being nice about it. That is a tricky choice… but I will show you. I will perfect rabbit-catching. Then you will have so many rabbit pelts that you’ll look like a giant rabbit whenever you wear them all.

It was all childish boasting, a lofty goal he may or may not come to realize was impossible, but Fjall felt that he did want to impress her. No matter what it took. Do you know of any villages outside of Moonglow? he asked out of curiosity.