The Tangle ilaktuk

He thought the shape that came from further afield was another deer, at first. A wayward doe. Something disrupted and confused by the fleeing buck that had bolted by.

Kigipigak puffed slightly as he watched the shape and only eased when the stranger was close enough to identify as wolf.

They were young, small; he thought of the children within Moonglow with a mixture of fondness and painful nostalgia and hastily stowed the sensations.

The girl greeted him shyly and he was going to say something, but she was not finished. She spoke of a lost sister — a red girl. The only red wolf he could think of was Sakhmet.

I travel with one, he answered thoughtlessly. An akward look crossed his face and he hastily added, but she is very dark, and much older than you. Your sister, she is probably very young like you? His face became pensive.

I have not met anyone like that.