Nocturne Summit should they catch us and dispatch us.

Her godmother called out to her and Wildfire grinned, though the expression faltered when a third wolf inserted himself in between them. He was a stranger and from her vantage point, all the youth could see was a slightly dirty white pelt. He made a strange noise, a sort of yodel, and her aunt's attention turned to him. At first, Finley seemed ready to rush up the mountain and attack the interfering wolf, though her tone changed to one of amiable sarcasm.

Taking Finley's cue, Wildfire began to pick her way down to them and soon the trio of wolves was on roughly equal footing. "What's a stroke?" Wildfire asked innocently, speaking to her aunt, though her warm amber gaze remained fix on the wolf who put the strange in stranger.