Phoenix Maplewood Realization of Old Friends

Laika spun around, her silver hackles raised in surprise. No one else the the pack knew her name.. Unless Reek has told them, and that was a possibility. But something about this voice seemed familiar, almost like the voice that haunted her thoughts.

Eyes widened and her jaw opened, letting the rabbit carcass slip to the ground. Tail raised in excitement and she tilted her head, tongue lolling out the side. Could it be? Was it possible? But she died! 

"Spring?" She managed to utter, surprise and disbelief engulfing her like a giant wave. "Where did you come from?" 

Spring. The wolf she met on her journey to the mountains. She had just made it the the mountain range when a strange wolf had crossed her path. They had been friends since the blizzard: Laika taught spring sone over her battle moves and hunting tactics, and Spring had taught her some of the herbs and how to use them. But then the blizzard came by, separating the two, and sending Spring of a cliff edge. The cliff was close to the ground thankfully, maybe 15 feet? But Laika thought Spring had died.