The next night after the last drop of the First Lavender, Stella was continuing her training. She often asked," Da? When you were an owlet, did you ever have a ryb that had you as an apprentice?"
Lent didn't want to answer the question or even bring back horrible memories. He was not the type of Smith that needed to be reminded of memories. But he remembered once, that there was a raggedy looking wolf called the Sark. By most wolves, the Sark was a witch, because of having a fire, mixing herbs, and containing memories in jars. The stories of a fortress of wolves wanted the Sark to come, but she refused. The Sark wanted to lay on her broken glasses, that once were her memories.
It was said that the Sark had a remarkable scent, so Lent guessed she had smelled the memories, but he didn't want to have any thoughts of containing memories. When he was just an owlet, he had been cast out of the Great Tree of Ga'hoole.
The Snowy had no right to be with his ryb, because the flecks caused his teacher's gizzard to mush. He hated being with that Eagle owl, for that was what got him in trouble.
Meanwhile, Stella was making her second battle claw. Her first battle claw was more easy than this. She just had to do every detail as she did for the first. Since Lent didn't want to answer her question, she was puzzled of the answer. For two nights, Stella had been growing fast, also she was getting the hang of being an apprentice.
In all her life, she never worked so steadily as her father did. Stella learned the ways of owls through each night, she knew every classification of each constellation. Lent told her many constellations were named of different point of views from each animal. She was amused of seeing the Little Raccoon and the Big Raccoon. Someday, she would see raccoons, and she wanted to see caribou.
Lent had also said that the Great Talons are also called the Great Fangs from a wolf's perspective. The little wolf didn't really like that name. To her, it sounded like drool coming down from the stars. She prefered the Great Talons. One of the constellations were of a narwhal. Lent had told her stories of the Narwhal, because it was the constellation that led a fortress of eight wolves, two bears, two eagles, and an owl.
When she was working, she tried to distinguish what the owl's name was. Lent had told that the owl was a Rogue Collier and was a friend of a silver wolf named Faolan. Stella had heard about this wolf a little, but she knew that he was said to have three gyre souls.
He had once been saved by a grizzly, whom he named Thunderheart. He was said that he was huge, and had a low deep voice as a bear.
In her gizzard, Stella had worked hard as an apprentice. For a month past, the pup became more bigger than her father. You could tell,the owl was certainly amazed at her size!
One day, Lent said," Stella," The half-grown pup looked down at her father and was about to say something. Her father went on," Since you are growing taller, I need to get you down on the earth. This will be hard for both of us, but I am thinking of meeting you each day." Stella hung her head and said solemnly," Da, I would rather be here than be out there. You know, I had harsh memories from a month ago."