The Sentinels Sweep the Streets I Used to Own

The sound of another wolf broke her concentration, though she hadn't been trying all that hard to begin with. A lady a bit smaller than herself, a pelt dappled in colors similar to hers. Friendly, the fellow she-wolf smelt of Moontide. A member o' his pack, eh? 

I still don' quite feel like I belon' there. 

Meylodi dipped her head respectfully to the she-wolf. Aye, ta forest is ra'er pre'y this time o' year, ain't it? Yer... a Moontide welf, ain't cha?