Well maybe I did, I don't know!His voice was light, then turned to laughter. But no one had ever taught him such a skill. It was so foreign to him.
Mother of his mother…
He realized then,
Oh,he shook his head.
No I didn't have an aana, then. Just my mother. I mean, I'm sure I had a grandmother but I never knew them.His ears pulled back, and he looked both contemplative and sheepish as he thought about it.
My mother, though,he said.
She was a very wise wolf, and I loved her—His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat,
very much.He took a deep breath.
Will you teach me how to take the skin off like this?
