Phoenix Maplewood I know the bowline, sheepshank, and the double overhand

A howl rose. And then another. Both times it rattled Sart down to the core. There was simply something so beautifully eerie about the sound that she didn't quite know how to react to it. She merely heard the sound echo and folded her ears upon her head until she could decide what to make of it. Right now? She hadn't the slightest idea what to do about it. But Reggie did. When she saw her sister slip away, Sart hesitated for a moment before padding out after her. She'd know what to do. She always knew what to do.

When Reggie huddled around a tree, Sart tucked herself into the large roots of a neighboring tree and made herself at home. Her nose popped out over the top of it as she looked at Reggie for a second and then looked back towards the gathering of wolves. She had no idea what was going on. She'd never seen a hunt before. She didn't recognize that this was the early stages of one, this gathering. Curious and observant, she watched and waited to see what would happen next.