Verdigris Ravine the wanting call

Candle was never far behind her mate — and there was no hesitation in her. The scent of wolf filled her senses, and there could only be one end for a wolf who treaded on coyote ground.

The wolf turned as Zoug struck, and Talis dove for the soft underside. Candle was less calculated. She snapped for whatever she could reach, positioned now at the wolf's hind end in the wake of his whirl to face Zoug. Whatever she could reach, in this case, just so happened to be one side of his rump.