The Sunspire Maybe the truth isn't asking too much,

A fresh mark on the tree, and perhaps her last. If none came so far, she found no reason to. Only the silver man seemed to follow to her whims, but the rest of the Whitebark Wolves dispersed to elsewhere. She could not think about them too long, despite some greed on gaining their numbers, and protection.

Then she heard a familiar voice, and peered her head beyond the tree, and called to them, "Hello? Toshi?"