Verdigris Ravine Wight

She was not — and seeing S'ari made it better in some ways, but in other ways it was worse. Candle was hurt, perhaps unfairly so. She had trusted S'ari above the others, had accepted her readily as a leader and, by extension, a protector. That trust was damaged now; not broken, but tenuous.

Wolves; friends. How could she think such a thing?

Candle lifted her head from her forepaws and blinked once, her eyes red-rimmed and aching. She whined plaintively, questioningly, though she could not hope to express what she wanted to ask. Why would S'ari ever want to befriend a wolf? Would she bring them here?