The Sentinels Such a lonely day, and it's mine

He gave a noncommital shrug. "Nearer to the mountains," he said, pointing with his nose in illustration. "Tonight, though, I was restless." Understatement, he mused wryly, though the fleeting thought did not cross his face--to his knowledge.

His tail wagged at her answer. "A tree? So, I suppose that means you're alone?" Shale didn't mean to pry, but he was curious. He knew there was a band of wolves beginning to take root in the forest to the west of the plateau, and several close packs beside that, but he had not encountered any scent markings here.