Verdigris Ravine Wight

S'ari half-wished Candle could speak, to tell her all, but the other half of her was glad she would never know the specifics. She supposed she'd have to be very careful from now on, not to show kindness to wolves in front of the girl. This turned her stomach, as she thought of Meerkat and Towhee, two wolves who were clearly not out to harm her or her kind. But the Tribe was not for wolves; it had never been. The Tribe was a sanctuary for coyotes and hybrids. Wolves were allowed to visit, for trade, but never allowed to join, and it would stay that way.

This one is is so sorry, she murmured to Candle, her voice uncharacteristically quiet. Candle is safe here. The Tribe will protect her. This S'ari promises. A naïve promise, perhaps, but what else was she to say? She only wanted her friend to feel better.