Verdigris Ravine marrow

Phone post

S’ari’s tail wagged as Zoug approached. She opened her mouth to greet him, but he beat her to it, straight to the point.

Find wolf.

Her blood ran cold, eyes widening in fear. Anxiously, she checked him over for wounds, but there was nothing. Only the rank smell of old blood from his war paint, or whatever it was he always put on his chest.

Knew S’ari. Say your name word.

Meerkat? she asked, immediately, feeling suddenly much better. What did this wolf look like? Male or female? She tried to keep her words short so as not to confuse Zoug.