Phoenix Maplewood Who wants to play?

She couldn't find Sart. She wasn't in the hollow tree. Was she with Reek? More likely, she was off being an airhead somewhere, oblivious to the constant threat, particularly with all the new wolves here. It occurred to Regipre that her sister might have been killed during her absence, though she came across a fresh scent trail and refused to believe. It did inspire her to continue searching, foregoing food and rest until she could locate Sart.

A youthful, playful howl rose into the air. For a split second, Reggie thought it must be her sister. She began to ran toward the sound when it struck her: that wasn't Sart's voice. Nonetheless, the young coyote prowled forward, yellow eyes combing the forest for the caller. When she spotted her, she immediately darted behind a tree, then peeked around the trunk to gaze inquisitively at the sooty wolf pup.

Of course, Reggie didn't play. She didn't trust even a small wolf like this one. But perhaps Sart, hearing the invitation, would come out of the woodwork. Then Regipre could intercept her sibling and usher her out of these woods before this cub's parents and the rest of the pack fattened them up and ate them for Christmas dinner.