Oh, the devil take it, they're mongrels. No spots! No spots at all!

The children should be properly old enough now for a few lessons, surely. Let's see what natural talent they might possess.

Ultyr brought the little tykes to the edge of the dam. The beavers were already on high alert and hiding under the surface or in their mud and sticks hovel. He looked at the boy. Split evenly down the middle, half black and half brown. A curious alignment, one day he may be a formidable guardian if he wasn't so much smaller than his sister.

"Find the frogs," Ultyr commanded cooly as he sat on the edge of the pool. He would count how quickly they could find them, forgetting entirely that he would have to introduce them to what a frog even was in the first place.