Pinepaw is far too chatty. His mouth never stops moving, and over the amount of noise he makes, he can't seem to hear how annoying he really is. Sorrelstorm has adjusted to quiet solitude over a peaceful period of several months. For example, he would right now like to be organising herbs into a tidy pile.
"Shut up," he grunts at his apprentice, but he takes no notice and keeps talking about what his sister ate for lunch last week. Morbidly, he wonders if this constant chatter is worse than the silence.