Big Salmon Lake french toast

The loner went silent for a moment, continuing to stare at the mountain. The wind kissed her nose, bringing the sweet nothings of wolf pack to her ears and running it along her spine. Her heartstrings tugged at her paws, beckoning her to reach that summit.

She was, at the very least, curious as to how wolf packs operated here. Maybe it was standard within their hearts to accept all that could pass for their own. Meerkat hadn't been able to tell the difference, maybe they couldn't, either. 

So why did the other wolf packs know? That, the coyjackal would never understand. 

Kusuma is sure. she nodded, never taking her eyes off Moon Mountain.