Rattleskin Redoubt is it like a fight club thing?

Candle, too, had been pursuing the bird. She'd halted in her tracks at the sight of another coyote in the distance, unused to seeing kin who were not also Tribe in the desert. Talisman had been the last. He no longer frequented the ravine, and there was a passing sadness in the priestess for that — but those who mattered most remained, as they always had.

She knew the moment she spotted the girl that she would invite her to the ravine. All kin could be Tribe; that was their way. But would she stay?

Candle watched her fall, watched her rise to scurry off perhaps in search of other prey. She yipped to the other coyote and took off toward her, darting around her in playful circles by way of greeting. There was food to be had if they worked together, but first Candle would see if the girl was amenable to friendship.