Luneshale Pass rhyme dust

Almost without notice, S'ari took several prancing, dancing steps back as Meerkat exited the water, to maintain the same level of distance. It was a strange relationship that the tribe of Elsewhere had with those outside the tribe. Often, they were overly friendly, even with full-blooded wolves, who were usually their enemies. Yet, the tribe never forgot the danger entirely, and it was woven into their culture to dance and skip and frolic and pretend that all was good, when really the purpose of the dance was to create safe distances until trust was formed. S'ari kept a lightness in her eyes and facial expression even as she skipped away from Meerkat, out of snapping distance.

Suri, she repeated, tilting her head this way and that, ears turning, as if to catch the sound of the name. Well then, perhaps S'ari will call this one Suri, and it will be our secret, yes? And then when others ask our names, we may stand side-by-side and set their mind spinning. Which one is which? Who is to say?

Her face fell a little at the question about her tribe. Coyote's tribe is far away, in a desert much like this one. S'ari has been searching for a place to call home, and this is the closest to home she has ever gotten. She will stay here from now, and remember the others, and hope that they follow her. She took her eyes off Meerkat, then, and stared into the vast blue sky and the red sands, lost in thought.