The Sentinels reunion

You examine shits often, then? Long Rain looked amused. She had been hanging around too many strays and runaways to have manners, but there was no aggression in her tone. Only meddlesome trouble.

She noticed that the wolf was squinting at her — mouthing something. Long Rain squinted back, mocking at first, before it quickly became genuine study. She opened her eyes properly and gave the girl an investigatory look. The dark fur, cast silver in the moonlight, did not particularly stand out to her, but the placement of ruddy accents did.

The lost girl took a deep breath, letting the other girl’s scent wallow in her lungs — her memory. I… know you?