Blacktail Deer Plateau Skip to the good bit

Hawkeye's face and paws were covered with dark mud. She had been busy trying to extend the Dragonwatchers' old den into something new and better for most of the night. The black wolf wetted her nose, tasting the dirt that blanketed her mouth and nostrils.

Her left ear tilted, but she ignored it for a rustle in the bush -- something she didn't care to investigate at the moment, for she was busy. The mottled wolf has called for you, midnight one the male voice spoke into her right ear. She groaned, both annoyed that the fact that she couldn't hear Pied's call herself, and that the male had interrupted her task. The gigantic wolf stepped back, checking her progress before turning and trotting to the only place she figured Pied would beckon her to; her favorite ledge, looking over the river and the rest of the valley.

Arriving just as her freckled friend was settling, Hawkeye licked her nose once more. "You have called me, Pied?" She had a slight impatient edge to her voice, still bothered that her work was interrupted, but mostly annoyed at herself for her poor hearing.