Morningside Cuesta with drops of Jupiter in her hair

Surprise flickered across the woman's face as she heard the male's voice for the first time. There was a twang to his words that was similar to her and Grayday's own, and she wondered, briefly, whether Grayday had found other relatives here, or if this was, perhaps, Grayday's own son.

But a moment later she'd decided that it was impossible, and that this wolf was not young enough to have been fathered by her brother.

"My brother, Grayday," she replied. "I followed his scent to these borders. I'm sure he'll be glad to see me."