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The other wolf didn’t take back the fish and, instead, pushes it forward.  Still hers.  Her mouth waters and she wants to sink her teeth into it then and devour but Tuulikki is better than that.  She resists the urge, swallows, and focuses once more on the older wolf.  He points down the coast, speaking a name.  

“Donnelaith?” she questions.  Home?

She bites her tongue on other questions, for the time being:  “I am Tuulikki.”