Whitefish River i tell you the things i know now

She was skulking about her new den — an Eilidh-sized space under a hollow log — when Lasher called for her. She had heard her brother had gone off, left the pack, shortly after she did. But at least she had the sense to return home. Where else would she go? Eilidh was a family wolf to the core, even if the sound of her father's summons set her teeth on edge.

Covered in dirt and rather disheveled, Eilidh followed her father's howl toward the eastern edge of the pack, feeling her anger turn into pain and twist into a sort of guilt. She swallowed it down as she saw him ahead, wondering how loudly he'd yell at her. Ears flat on her skull, Eilidh chuffed softly, then stopped her paws from going closer. Anger and pain warred within her, nearly boiling over, but she held it in. There was no telling how long she could contain her emotions.