@Cheedo's questions reminded Wraith of Odin and Kara as soon as they had hit one month of age. Everything had been why, why, why or what, what, what, how, how come, where, what? But mostly why. He smiled at the memory, reminded again of how fiercely he missed their presence. While none could replace nor would replace them in his heart, he knew he had his own to look forward to teaching as well. Until then, the agouti female was thus far a promising pupil. She caught on quickly, and though she needed reassurance, she took well to criticism and adapted quickly.
It was worrisome to him that such skills had not been taught to her as a pup. How had her previous pack raised their pups? Were they all as illiterate with their life skills or had he simply been lucky to be so well educated by his own family?
"It's easier to make the maps in your head from on top of the Monadnock," the black man murmured. "You can see so far and find landmarks. Once you've set those landmarks in their specific places in your mind, you can always refer back to them. 'Where am I in reference to this place?'" He shrugged. "Give it a try the next time you explore a new place in the lowlands. If you get lost, just give a howl and I'm sure someone will be near enough to help you out." Even if it wasn't one of Whitestone's wolves, surely their relations with the surrounding packs were not so poor that they would be unwilling to assist the quiet woman. She was just about the least threatening female he'd ever met in his life.