Ears pricked and tail wagged at the introduction in proper tongue, and Nate felt a pang wishing he might share the same moment with one of his mother's people. Words forbidden in the house, and learned anyway — more defiance than his etsi had been willing to risk in most other ways.

Made him useful in the army. But every word he'd spoken there had turned the language bitter on his tongue. The real skill had been learning to fold truth into the lies he recited for greedy men who seemed to wear hate like a second skin. Few Cherokee had appreciated the efforts. Fewer white men.

Saying hello to a man-turned-wolf had a sting, but not nearly the same as all that.

Appreciate it. Nate replied, though something inside him flinched at the idea of confiding such a deep well of guilt in anyone. Especially one who must have had plenty troubles of their own. They weren't the same. Nate said thank you because it was the polite thing to do, and he'd stay silent for much the same reason.

I'd be happy to introduce you. She's... somewhere around here. Nate turned head over shoulder, Ko-Ga bobbing behind him. ...I, uh — think...