Blacktail Deer Plateau and in the morning when you rise

From the darkness came a figure, Rosalyn. She had had a couple of interactions with this woman now, and yet they knew little of eachother. The first time she'd met her on the beach, the wolf had just been an annoyance, disturbing her peace and asking her questions about things she knew nothing of. But now she was a packmate- and not a bad one, at that. Nothing like that Tuvak boy. That was enough for Huā to pull herself upward with an uttered, "Sure."

Stretching her legs, she yawns off the sleep. Heavy lashes pluck themselves apart as she walks to stand by Rosalyn's side.