Swiftcurrent Creek twelve years a slave

A white wolf approached further down the borderline, perhaps two hundred yards distant. Bones's out-of-focus gaze suddenly sharpened, her spring green eyes following the pale figure. Although she didn't fancy herself any kind of Warden, especially right now, she slowly hoisted herself onto all fours and began padding toward the other wolf. Even as she made her way over, the stranger tossed his head into the air and called for Fox.

"Ahoy there! I'm afraid Fox doesn't —" Bones began to say as she neared the stranger, only for recognition to suddenly register. That white fur, those icy blue eyes... Ira's voice was deeper than she remembered and he looked bigger and more proportional, but it was him, all right.

"Ira! It's me, Bones!" she shouted, grinning and waving her sterling silver tail. That was when she saw the distressed look on his face and remembered that he'd called for their former Cap'n. "What is it? What's wrong?" she added in a slightly softer voice, tentatively stretching out her neck to touch her nose to his wintry cheek.