Otter Creek wolves of the calla

of what she dreamt while she lay there, the tyro would not know, but with a halting gasp she came awake, snowflakes flecking her eyelids from where it had been flung. the dear gentle visage of a reddish woman swam into view; beautiful features twisted with worry. fear leapt in the tyro's heart — she knew not this wolf. and so she gathered herself to her feet with several unsteady emotions, staggering away from the stranger.
much to her chagrin, relmyna was not able to keep her footing; her angular haunches descended heavily in the snow, and she hung her head from its ragged neck, peering sideways with a deep shame at her unwitting companion.