Luneshale Pass rhyme dust

S'ari turned her head at the wolf's gesture, so that she looked at the wolf askance. Her brown eyes flicked down to see the small wave. She suppressed a smile, somehow reminded of her own family in that wave, their strange gestures and greetings. So far, this wolf seemed harmless.

S'ari hopped up onto the bank of the river and made her way on quick, light paws towards her bigger cousin. She stopped several feet short, still cautious, but dipped her head to be polite. This one greets you, she said, her voice coming out in an ugly rasp. She cleared her throat. Forgive Coyote. She has not spoken in some time. She tilted her head, studying the wolf, showing that it was now her turn. In S'ari's tribe, names came easily, but she was more distrusting than the others in her family and did not give her name easily.