Sawtooth Spire Begin Again

The time had come, Echelon realized.

From a perch higher up on the mountainside, she heard the natural rise of their claim become voice and carry into the crisp air. The winds may as well have carried it off from where she was, but she still heard the call the same. Echelon allowed it to linger for a bit, listening to each individual that she could as it lifted up to her. And then she joined them, her own little coyote-sound yowl loud and turned off in another direction — trying to raise the others of their claim. Perhaps they would draw in the curious, but she also hoped it would keep trouble from finding their homefront.

They weren't really wolves to be trifling with, anyway.