Bearclaw Valley And I'll be in Scotland afore ye

He caught a glimpse of unflinching indigo as he lifted his head and immediately cast his gaze downward, tucking his tail in automatic submission. This was not his master, but she carried the master's bairns; he loved her and she loved him. She was his master, too—or mistress, but even that word seemed not strong enough for the respect she commanded.

Then another appeared, not Merrick but an agouti female wolf, inquiring audibly rather than the silent questions the dark woman gave with her eyes. Aye, he responded, turning to look at her. My name is Fraser—I serve Merrick and all those dear to him. His packmates, most important being Astara and the unborn babes.

He cocked his head slightly, having not seen the other face before. Ye serve Merrick as well? Fraser asked half-rhetorically, wondering how deep her loyalty ran.