Verdigris Ravine marrow

he was annoyed by the gap of speaking between them. "female. age." older than any daughter, though zoug would not know how to convey what the Other had said.

he noticed that her worry had gone away, and cocked his head curiously. "zharee no fear?" to zoug this represented an abstraction, a blurring between their world and that of the wolves.

his nostrils flare. "zoug make drink. show tribe first breath."

he saw the time to prove himself, but first he wanted to know why s'ari was not afraid.