Broken Antler Fen blackberry

Please, she said fervently, and hung onto the possibility of. . .forgetting.

She began to wander toward one of their old familiar watering holes, nodding at Teya to follow. Things had changed. She was no longer the young, impressionable wolf she'd been.

And—well. They were missing many faces.

She glanced back at Teya. I spent a lot of time in the mountains, she told the woman, smiling faintly. I hunted goats and hares—definitely not fish. There was much for her still to learn.