Silver Moraine before whom I stand

Her first words were strange to him, in some language he did not know, yet they felt calm and soothing spoken in her dulcet tones. Then she switched back to his own language, and he relaxed further, able to answer her now. "I live with a group by the sea," said Denali. "I'm out looking for prey for my leader and her pups."

Denali gazed at her, slightly entranced. Her eyes were large and gold, and seemed to stare right through him. He shuddered at the thought. "Are you alone, or with a pack?" He thought he could smell other wolves on her, but she might have just been spending time with strangers she had met on the road.