Verdigris Ravine nuff of this nonsense

Dark woman's tail was a blur of excitement, nuzzling her brother's neck and breathing in his scent. It had been far too long and she wanted to be absolutely certain the wind would not misread the smell if she breathed it along the breezed and it touched her nose among the sandlands. Candle-kin Tribekin! she yipped in attempt to explain, still refusing to part from her brother's fur. How she missed his warmth. Where had he been? 

Kusuma stopped for moment, thinking perhaps he'd never heard of the Tribe before. All Tribe. All sandland coyot and jackal and notwolfs is Tribe. Kusuma has hard time saying names but can show Kazakir-kin Tribekin!