Mount Everfall clenched fist

arunik'ra had not devised malignant plans for her interaction with the boy, all the same her posture somewhat stiffened as another approach. she was disappointed by the second arrival, but did her best to hide it. three had always been a crowd, and as the pale wolfess flanked the dark male it was clear they were comrades.

what did she want? arunik'ra's features spread in a bare smile. "everything." the answer was truthful, the tone contorted; a strange paradox of shaded legitimacy and distorted humor. "who is gone?"