Bearclaw Valley Ships in the night

she waits as the burly woman assaults her with an onslaught of words, most of which she doesn't catch onto.  brother was the only word that made sense to her, and she furrowed her brow.  she hadn't seen any wolves as of late and especially none that looked like her.

xan arrived and took over and god, she was grateful.  she didn't know why she perched at the mouth of the valley day in and day out other than to guard the place; she certainly couldn't help when anyone came along.

she defaulted to him, keeping her eye on the stranger but ultimately offering a slow, dumb wag of her tail.