Moonspear kinsister

The song caught the attention of Tullik.

She hadn’t been around the pack much, mainly searching the high trails around the mountain peak, readying herself to teach it. But today, she came into the lower parts of the Spear to catalogue every passage leading up.

As it was, she had been loping around the side opposite her ulaq when she heard it. Loud and bawdy in a way her grandmother would have given her a clean cuff on the back of her head for saying.

She started giggling, following the trail with a happy waving of her tail.

You sing very well! It was the Northern man she had spoken to some time before, looking far better than he had in that sick den.