Whitefish River never forget you

Pallas, even from her distance across the bank, could see the change in posture in both wolves. The pale wolf was the first to spot her, and she seemed to subconsciously stiffen. Her male comrade was much more assertive, having placed himself protectively over the female's prone form as if Pallas were to fly across the riverbank and unleash bane and pestilence among them.

A wicked laugh sounded from the scarred female's muzzle, though it was not directly sinister. It was a laugh of amusement, at Terich-Mir and Vuk's expense -- the discordant noise shuffled through the reeds and ended as abruptly as it had sounded. "Running from the Boogeyman?" Pallas inquired with a cant of one torn ear, trailing her paw in the cool and lapping water as she awaited answer.