Sunset Valley my tongue will tell the anger of my heart,

The she-dog flinched, head snapping back so that startled aquamarines landed on Iana before the tension clenched between her shoulders eased in familiarity. She greeted the she-wolf with a smile and a small beckoning motion, turning back to see if the coyotes had noticed them where they crouched low to the grass.

Not yet, but they would soon she knew -- just as soon as the wind shifted or they drew the canids' attention. She cocked her head at Iana silently, brow raising as if to ask whether her companion thought they could handle chasing off the pair of smaller animals.