Frostfire Ridge Alone on that Mountain

The small she-wolf tossed back her head and laughed loudly as Weetzie explained the significance, or lack thereof, of his family's names. She didn't mean any offense by it, but Celephais was about as rude and crude as they came. She said exactly what she thought, and she thought those names were silly. It didn't help that Weetzie seemingly missed the point entirely.

"You're a funny little dude," Celephais told him between fits of laughter, and when she looked back at him, her pale blue eyes shone with mirthful tears. She had thus far called him a rabbit, insulted his name no matter how well-meaning she was, and called him a little dude, but she enjoyed Weetzie's company. She was doing a terrible job of showing it, but she thought he was pretty rad.

"Tell you what," she offered. "Tell me where you'll be, and if I see any red coyotes with pink eyes, I'll let you know. I travel a lot." Celephais knew the chances of seeing his sister or Weetzie ever again were incredibly low, but she was optimistic in her offer. If a loner who constantly roamed in the hope that her past would never reach her wasn't a good candidate for finding a missing person, she didn't know who was!