Sheepeater Cliff Bighorn Country

Mysterious, Bazi thought, but let that thread of conversation die. She had a thousand questions about the pack, many of them inappropriate and gossipy, but had yet to find the sort of wolf in whose presence it was possible to let everything spill out.

They were well matched for this competition. Njal took the spot Bazi had been eyeing, and she made a jealous but playful noise in his direction. She settled for a large, flat rock that stood proud against the rushing current, leaping onto it and settling at the edge, both eyes glued to the shimmering mixture of water and life. The only water she had ever known was cold, and she did not bother testing the temperature.

"Ready!" she not so much boomed as yelped back, and started the battle of the fishermen with an equally high-pitched "Go!"