Sunbeam Lair And miles to go before I sleep

"Tribe." The word was unusual, foreign on her tongue, but Qamar quite liked the sound of it.

Qamar took in the appearance of this newcomer. She was ethereally beautiful, with fur black as the velvet night sky with eyes like silver stars. Even though the female was only slighter bigger than she, the stranger carried an air of authority that made Qamar feel almost ineffectual in her presence. Nevertheless, she bowed her head in greeting to the black wolf and opened her mouth to speak again.

"I come from the far north. My parents were alpha wolves of a large pack there. They were killed by my uncle in a coup. I have no one."

No one. The phrase rang hollow in the still air, giving her the usual pang of her current reality. She had no one. . .but that could change.

"I wish to join your. . .tribe. I have experience in tracking and hunting. I could be of use to you." Qamar watched the ebony-furred female closely, trying to gauge her reaction. "That is, if you'll have me, of course."