Lost Creek Hollow carrie (1976)

The voice that called was both familiar and haunting. 

Crowfeather lifted his head from his collection of herbs, features creasing with his uncertainty. He thought back to his first meeting with the strange dark wolf. It would take several minutes before he felt willing to answer. His muzzle lifted and he howled in return before leaving his herbs and padding to the border of Riverclan. 

Hello, he greeted in his sweet voice. The uncertainty hung in his gaze. His tail waved timidly behind him. You came back.