Dirge POV

Crouching in the big bronze willow tree, he’d enjoyed listening to Narbeth’s and Thessi’s sibling bonding–they sounded so much like him with his brothers. Although he swore that Narbeth’s tree tried to smack him with its branches for spying. 

“Your husband is going to be a handful,” Narbeth grumbled. “I never even knew he was there, eavesdropping. Maybe I should become a wolf so I can listen in on his conversations with you!”

“I thought Juneau ...