Self-advising doesn't work.
But in the absence of a father figure, and in the immediate presence of the Warrior Code, Strongclaw is all he's got.
At first, his advice is the worst in the forest. He tells himself to take a direct approach. He doesn't shield his prestige or arrogance. She hates it, but he persists, sneaking her sly smiles and smug comments. Talks about the future- the one they'll share.
It's her face he watches when Morningstar pairs them together. On the surface, she looks blank. But he's watched her often enough to notice the little things. The disappointment she's barely masking, the hatred she's hardly hiding. She's resigned the the future Strongclaw has so often warned her about.
What the hell is this, 365 days of Strongclaw?