Swiftcurrent Creek If you must wait, wait for them here in my arms as I shake

She was surprised that despite a stance that Wylla read as expectant, Arlette wanted nothing from her. Puzzlement darkened her yellow eyes. Hadn’t Arlette been the one to stop and look at her? But she was in unfamiliar territory, among unfamiliar wolves, and made weary by both the downpour and the search for a new home. Her usual fire was easily doused.

While she cared nothing for herbs or Arlette, she did take the younger she-wolf up on her offer. Her big idea to bring Sagtannet here was a flop, and she didn’t exactly have a Plan B. Do you know any mountains around here? she called over the gale and rushing creek. Besides the ones south of here.