Luneshale Pass rhyme dust

S'ari froze where she was, also standing in the river, but fifty feet away from the wolf. She said nothing, and did not approach, but neither did she run. She'd been smelling wolf on the wind for days now, though faint. It was, however, growing stronger by the day, and now here was the proof. S'ari had not seen a full-blooded wolf in ages, not since she was a pup and the tribe had traded with a pack moving through the desert. All her own family, blood or no, were coyotes, or some mix. Wolves could be dangerous, but they could also be friends. S'ari did not know which this one was, and so she stood stalk-still in the water, her head tilted to one side, large ears pushed forward on her head. Waiting.