Blacktail Deer Plateau spring

She sometimes chewed on plants, too, but they didn't taste as good as meat. So when she spotted the boy—around her own age, she thought—with his teeth into greenery, she paused, staring at him. A potential friend? She needed more of those. All she had for young pals was Arielle, and while she loved her sister dearly, she needed more.

Hi! Lilitu called out, trotting merrily toward the stranger. Whatcha doin'? Was he with Wraen or something? She sniffed, drawing in several deep breaths. Nope, didn't smell like Wraen. Didn't smell like wolves at all, but something different. . .

Huh. Weird. Well, hopefully he could tell her all about it. He wasn't pale-furred like the wolves of the valley, so she assumed he wasn't mean like them.