Sky Mesa I don’t need additional lives.

Dark woman had headed to a new part of the Sandland, ever in search of Plants and of Prey to bring back to her tribe. To Healerkin, to Tribekin.

Her brother, though her tongue did not know the word. It mattered not. 

Long legs padded upward, tasting the sky with a lolling pant, stopping when she saw an Other not far ahead. Not of Tribekin, not coyot or coyjackal. 

Other was wolf, the scent hot on the wind. The black hybrid was understandably scared, but decided to get to the bottom of why Wolf was here before yip-yap-bark for assistance. 

What Wolf do here?