Shadewood a smile on your immortal face

No one had paid much mind to Yosemite, which was really for the best, he thought. It wasn't what he was used to, of course. Everyone had always been in each other's pockets back at home. But he'd been more confident there was well, and familiar with the various moods and temperaments of his pack mates.

He didn't know these wolves.

Erzulie, however, was a familiar enough face. She was someone's mom and, well, he had a mom, so he thought maybe he knew how they worked. When he caught sight of her on the next rise, apparently coming in his direction, his picked up the pace to go and meet her with a cheerful way of his tail.

Hi! he said, ducking his head as be drew near.