Redtail Rise i am my poison and my antidote

Sangilak's ears perked as the howl came. Her iced over eyes turned back to the figure in the distance, and Sangilak regarded her now fully. Tatkret spoke, then, and she did not wonder for a moment who it was that asked, now that she had heard the voice. I know this woman, she spoke in Inuktitut, quiet and to him alone. She had neighbored them, once. That she had left at all was unknown to Sangilak, who had likely moved on the same time the other inkjet wolf had, simply for different reasons.

She threw her head up and howled in rejoinder. The message was short and clipped, and she turned back to the silver-eyed tawny man. Stay back. I must speak to her—alone. Watch. For they had their cues, silent, unspoken. And then she turned back to Thuringwethil and began to trot with ample confidence in her direction, guarded in her wonder at the others reasoning behind being here but no less sure of herself for it.