Whitefish River never forget you

she is :D

they had moved slowly, and in a direction that vuk knew terich did not want to go. and yet she felt she must, for her time to deliver was drawing near. the ridge was the only home that the pale girl remembered, and she was driven to birth the nameless wolf's cubs nearby. she would not allow them to be killed, but felt that they needed to breathe the air that the ridge rose from -- she herself had little identity. she would not let that be said of her children.

she lay down some feet from terich, panting, miserable with the heat and the weight dragging at her slight frame. he only rested a moment before he offered her the promise of fish, and vuk' hunger intensified. she wanted to tell him no, to rest, but she nodded helplessly, eyes prickling with sudden tears of uselessness and frustration.

averting her head so that terich would not see her cry, vuk caught sight of a pale wolf downriver, watching them, and though the stranger had made no move to come near, the patchwork wolfess kept her eyes trained upon the other, stiffening mistrustfully.