Wapun Meadow soon it will be cold enough to build fires

Why don' you live with us? 'An your mom?

The line of her lip became troubled. I wanted to make friends. With you, and dad, and aunt Valette, and everyone else who lives down here. Because as much as she loved her mama, she was not an island wolf. Her pelt was too dense, she felt too out of place. Mama had those other kids to look after, anyway.