Moonspear i like watching the puddles gather rain

Her eyes were about to drift shut for the nth time when she thought she saw a pale silhouette approaching the ulaq, distorted by the sheets of rainwater pouring past the den’s mouth. Meerkat smelled the scent of fresh meat, amplified by the moisture in the air, and her mouth watered. Perhaps Sialuk was bringing her something to eat.

But the low pitch of a man’s voice startled her more awake. Meerkat sucked in a breath and sat up a little straighter, squinting at the wolf standing just outside the door. He was large and white, with purple eyes that veritably glowed in the gloom.

This must be one of the many wolves who’d joined recently. Sialuk had mentioned their names, though she couldn’t recall them at present. Feeling much more alert now—and even more aware of the delicious odor of fresh food—Meerkat nodded.

Yes, come in out of the rain. I’m Meerkat, she said.