Big Salmon Lake french toast

Not... sure, the stranger responded, seeming to try to pair words with memories. Was with... pack. Like Kusuma, not like wolf. Had mam, and da, and many litter-mate. Put on big... shiny... bird, and come to here. Run, left brother behind for bird to eat. 

She did not know more common tongue for the rest, but she had been convinced that the shiny bird would've eaten her if she had not run, its flock of chicks chasing her as the she-coyjackal fled. Kusuma found here. Here... Moonspear?

Her dark gaze lifted up toward the mountain.