Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

The male's ears flickered in curiosity, and he turned his head away from the moon to study the equally stark creature beside him. Was she, too, losing her sight? The thought stirred pity and comiseration in the male's gut, even though he'd come to terms with his own diminishing sight.

"Up there," he replied, glancing briefly toward the plateau - he could see the vague glow of the cliffside from where he sat, and most wolves would see much more. Grayday remembered that Moonstone might not be most wolves, and explained: "I just moved my family to the plateau. Our old territory wasn't suited for winter."

"What about you?" he asked. "Are you from one of the packs nearby?"