The Lightning Strike

As they left, Tonravik howled herself again. Echelon came toward her, but she called to the others. I am here. I am here. Any that came, she would inform; but only those who were swift enough to answer her first call would travel with her. Her tail twitched at her hocks as the call died... but she howled again, knowing the howling winds might confuse. But these winds carried her voice.

The alpha female did not desire to leave any behind. She would not if it could be helped. But there were those who would not want to be helped. She felt Echelon curl into her... and nosed her. You call, too, the gesture prompted. The more voices that carried the message, the better. I am here. I am here. Come here.