Wapun Meadow day after day, alone on a hill

Noticing she had disconcerted him, Miyako softened her gaze at the boy. Though he might be the same age as her younger siblings, he clearly had not spent time with wolves as sharp or profane. 

"Nah, don't worry about it," she responded, nodding at the rabbit. "I was joking with you. And I ate yesterday. Well caught -- finder's keeper's."

She gave him the closest thing a wolf had to a smile. "My name's Miyako." She inhaled and, indeed, found pack scent on the lad--more than one, in fact. His story held up.

"Your dad and sister are in another pack? Why? Not that I'm judging," she assured. "My dad once left for a few months to join another pack. Said he was sick and tired of us. Came crawling back when they kicked his sorry ass out."