Bearclaw Valley till so many decades had passed

he is different from the other wolves she's seen in many ways, but the most striking distinction is the lack of one eye. everyone else has two. slowly, Avicus closes one of hers, in what would look to a casual observer as a comical wink. she is not joking, though, and she tilts her head in an obvious question:

why?

there must be something important about him. he wouldn't come around the den as often as he had if he meant nothing. he is not the familiar figure of her mother and brother, but she wants to know him—she needs to know him.