Anon tilts his head and considers Micah's question first. No names. A quick flash of an idea pops into Reece and Micah's head, an alien disconnect from the idea of names. There are so many humans, that's why they must need them. You and me was all he'd ever used until he found humans. The intrusive thought is gone as quickly as it came, and Anon begins using his "voice" again.

My brother is looking for the strangers. He points one long, slim finger deeper into the woods. He sighs, like wind on the fields around Coppertale in spring, and the air around the boys buzzes with unhappiness. And staying away from the new adults and your parents. They broke a promise.