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Her name on the air felt like a bell clanging in her heart; a summons that she must respond to. And so she emerged from the shadows, her form coalescing within the clearing to stand, solid, before them both.

Emaleth, too, recognized the she-wolf before her— but not as her sister, only as the white wolf that was a light in her dreams. Those emerald eyes that were the soul of Donnelaith; the white fur that so often caught flowers within its tangles; the maternal glow as sunlight backlit her form in a stunning halo.

She did not know what to say, and so she stood— breath held, waiting.