Spotted Eagle Mountain where the wind blows

an unfamiliar word is called out, and the girl stills, preparing to leave. others make her nervous, still, though the slightest similarity between the odd word and her name has her stay, and when the woman amends herself to something not quite there, but close, and she realises that while she does not know this one, she must be of the same pack. she quivers with joy, and excitement, and nervousness, and though she is still for a time, she rushes forth to greet the other when she comes close, head bobbing in shivering happiness. she recognises the scent of home, then, and an excited whine leaves her maw. she does not see the fear in this one's eyes, so perhaps she is right- perhaps, to some extent, she is better.