Starglow Basin By streetlight, this dark night, a séance down below

In traversing the basin the priestess found something very pleasing to her. A wolf skull sans its jaw bone, surrounded by scattered bones; a fairly recent addition to the basin, she determined. It would have been a terrible death, and for that Candle was sorrowful. It reminded her of what she'd done. That wolf, the way she'd writhed and gurgled...

But what else could she do?

If it was not them, it would be her. It would be Zoug and S'ari and Ko'a bleeding their lives into the sand. For the sake of The Tribe, Candle hoped fiercely that all of the wolves would find themselves here; that they would find their end here. She took the wolf skull and headed once again for the place where the wolves were gathered. It would be a warning to them: leave in peace, or become one with the desert.

Either way, those she loved would be safe. Candle would make sure of it.