Gale held his breath.
He knew that Swan in this dream wasn't the same Swan in real life. This Swan was much more confident and outspoken. She was also very proactive, unlike the timid Swan in real life.
Gale quickly rationalized Swan's words as a mere dream and nodded, "I can't keep my mind off the idea that you might have some kind of mysterious power. That's the only possible answer to how you could stay unharmed when Rock Silverfang attacked you."
"You will get the answer later," Swan smiled. "Now, why don't we go to your mother? I want to see her."
Gale smiled. He held her hand and led Swan to a small cave shrouded with leaves that hid what was inside.
His mother was sitting outside, eating what seemed to be a strange fruit that Swan had never seen before.
She looked old—probably in her seventies in human age, but her back was still straight, and she still had that charisma befitting of a former Luna of the Storm Pack.
