Silvertip Mountain I've been coming home all this time

A deep, full-bellied laugh wracked his body at the sight of the little wolf trying to dance the worm off her back. (He was sure there was a joke, somewhere in there.) It was the best thing he'd seen since coming to the wilds, and it almost made up for his longing for home and family.

When it became clear that she would not be able to get it off on her own, he lowered himself once more and gestured her toward him.

"Come here - don't hurt yourself, girl," he called, splaying his forelegs wide to make room for her approach.