Sunset Valley It might've been the neighbor's kid, but I have my suspicions.

it was born out of season. the explanation left heda with more questions than answers. she flinched somewhat at the crack of the neck against the ice, and then her chaotic expression flicked toward the mother caribou. heda did not experience melancholy or a sympathetic urge. she only stared at the beast, watching it as she had the others.
she had not missed the way that the large muscles had bunched over the man's shoulders. he was not like issoratuyok at all, heda decided. 
"are we going to chase her?" the rivenwood girl breathed aloud, glancing at the older wolf.