I Have Questions and You Have Answers

Cousins were jerks, Fever decided. They'd told her that she was too young to know anything about boys and, despite the fact that this was true, the horned girl raged against them, denying the fact that she knew nothing. After the older pups had run away from her, Fever felt bad. She huffed and frowned and wondered where she'd go to learn about boys. If she didn't know something, then she should find out, right?

Fever threw herself into her bed and worked hard to fall asleep. It took a little longer than she liked, but eventually the world of dreams opened up to her. The fiery child entered the abyss like a hurricane, the darkness parting at her will. "Papa Moros!"She called out for her great grandsire. He was the smartest wolf that she knew. He'd have all of the answers for her. "Papa Moros, where are you?!" Despite her urgency, the girl's voice rang out in a singsong, saccharinely sweet.

"Fever Mendacium"