Blacktail Deer Plateau the holiest of altars

The unfamiliar she-wolf lowered herself to the pup's level, offering a warm greeting and explaining that the Alpha had just accepted her. Junior nibbled at her bottom lip, recalling the day when she'd accompanied her father to the borders to intercept and eventually accept Lasher. The child had a rudimentary understanding of how it worked and took the female's story at face value.

"Daddy's da king of da woooood!" she bellowed in way of response. "I's a pwince," she added. By now, Osprey Jr. understood the differences between boys and girls and knew, deep down, that she was of the latter variety. Yet this did not stop her from insisting upon thinking of herself as a little boy. Nobody was likely to convince her otherwise any time soon. "Wha's a moo? Wha's yew name?"