Redsand Canyon Said, oh, I’ll never know

It was a relief to know that the animal didn't suffer, and that the kill had been quick. Looking down their meal, Leigh's eyes followed the trickling blood as it merged with the sand. In a way, it looked like they were standing in an ocean of blood with the sand being so vibrant in color. But the she-wolf's attention swiftly shifted as Donovan spoke, and the woman turned her neck to face the wolf once more. There was no holding back now.

"What exactly is going on here? The pack seems distant from one another, and just the other day Nyra came running home soaked in blood and laced with wounds. You've all been kind to me and if it ever came to war, I might be willing to fight."

There was a pause in her words. Leigh didn't want to sound ungrateful, but she wanted to stress the importance of her questions. She'd have to word this correctly.

"But I also spent an entire year of my life ridding my mind of violent thoughts, and I won't willingly return to that without a good reason. I won't fight for something I don't fully understand."

Now there was only one final thing to ask.

"Who are you really?"