Swiftcurrent Creek his little girl's got

When the male returned the greeting but did not say more to further the conversation, Magpie was torn between simply leaving, or staying. If she did stay, the juvenile didn't know what to do — if only because she knew for certain that she wouldn't speak. After a few more heartbeats of indecision, the little black-and-white wolf sat and simply watched him with her green eyes. It occurred to her that she didn't really know how to introduce herself to outsiders; before the creek, her mother had always been at her side to initiate things and protect her.