Bitterroot Valley a green truck hummed low

Most of the Déorwine wolves were weird. Friede grew up around them and knew this, but sometimes, they were still able to catch her off-guard with their weirdness. You don’t think...you should treat yourself first? she asked, I promise, no one is worse off than you are right now. Her words still had a rude undertone but if nothing else, she did mean to be at least vaguely considerate.

Anyway, she didn’t know of any other wolves nearby that had come from their home. Have you seen anyone? Friede wondered aloud.