Horizon Ridge The Eyes of Another

Pied lucked across a gull's nest hidden in a crook along one of the many towpaths scaling the face of the ridge and barely polished off the last egg before a howl rose up into the bracing air, requesting her by name. With bits of yolk still clinging to her chops in yellowish gobs, Pied raced across the breadth of the territory, located the path that descended toward the borders, and galloped down it. She knew that voice and could hardly wait to see her sister.

The mottled Omicron slowed but did not stop when she saw that Hawkeye had not come alone. "Have you been lucky in love, sis?" Pied quipped offhandedly as she approached, smiling curiously at the stranger but directing much of her beaming at the large, dark she-wolf. Without awaiting an answer, she embraced her former Alpha, her neck arcing against Hawkeye's in a loose, wolfish hug.