Dragoncrest Cliffs intervention

the howl that carried up through the sequoias wasn't immediately identifiable to sobeille, who had been mid-hunt along the banks of glintwater.

she paused and listened a while longer, categorizing each of the voices she knew and deciding the author was none of them. the call had come somewhere from the forest perimeter, so sobeille set for the borders at a jaunty trot.

she was surprised to see sialuk there, carrying a peltskin not unlike the one that hung like a cowl across kukutux's shoulders. while sialuk had promised to come, sobeille had not dared get her hopes up until the day she arrived.

ello. sobeille greeted, eyeing the satchel held by the pale she-wolf. she did not see the bird overhead -- at least, not yet. dem be de bones?