Duck Lake we sang silent night in three parts, which was fun

She was not alone for long. She was soon joined by a thin form nearby, though just far enough for her not to be sure--wait, Alarian? Lily squinted, brows drawing together as she tried to make out the shape. It couldn't be anyone else, right? There were only two other wolves she knew that had the same build: one of them was dead and one was gone. And neither carried that pelt of browns and tans.

Ali? Lily called out, padding toward him, breaking into a slow trot. Relief and anger in equal measure rose up within her, and she struggled to master her face before she came close enough for him to see it. She remained blissfully ignorant that perhaps he would not be as eager to see her as she was him.