Moonspear Matumani

Kannoyak nodded.

The man’s sister had been sweet with her company. She had been generous in her words and her softness. She carried similarities with Alaric, yes. The white hunter saw her differences, as well. He wondered how large the storyteller’s family was. Were there other dark-furred wolves with charitable hearts and minds in the Teekon territory?

There were no chases in the snow banks. She showed me her village, Brecheliant.

Kannoyak had thought she was memorable. He was pleased to know that he was already familiar with her brother.

Not this time. When Kannoyak sees Amalia again, we will race in the snow. He smiled, white tail flagging behind him.