Sheepeater Cliff eleven

It was like they whole pack's spirit had died with Osprey. And though Amelie was as hurt as many others she knew life had to go on. She'd keep the memory of the pudgy coal baby in her mind and most importantly in her heart too.

Amelie took confort on Blue's reassuring touch, she had not been sure how her mother would react to her petition to leave, but things were actually going better than expected. She pressed her nose into Blue's chest before following her, wondering what they would do.

Before she could ask if they were going to visit a new territory or start a lesson, the black woman spun back and tapped her nose lightly, running away as fast as she had turned; leaving the almost-yearling dumbfounded.

She hadn't expected Blue to start a game, but she was content to play. Steering from a grazing group of mountain goats that eyed the wolves warily she took after Blue. She also had long lengs and a slender figure. Soon Amelie was close to her mother's hips, she stretched her neck to poke her side but had to swerve at the last second because a boulder was in her way.