Big Salmon Lake voice-bearer

Time enough had been spent in Brecheliant. Bronte felt the pull to step away from the security of her home, a little further into the wilderness. But only temporarily, like in the days before the attack on the Moonspear child. As she traveled, picking her way along a familiar route north from the Caldera, she considered making a pit stop to check in on them.

She decided against it. She had promised her family she wouldn't be gone for more than a few days and she did not want to worry them. Or return to Moonspear with news that she had yet to find any trace of Anathema, her ex pack mate. 

That didn't stop her from being sharp eyed as she edged ever closer to the great lake. Alert for any telltale tufts of ruddy and gray fur. Or the stench of faint saltwater and old blood. The matter of bringing the girl to justice may be on hold for now, but that didn't mean the Blackthorn had forgotten about it. When and if she caught her, she would drag her back by the scruff to the Caldera for judgement.

As the light began to fade in the evening sky and the stars winked anew, one by one, she heard a voice, not far from the water. One she didn't recognize. Haunting and lonely as one. Something instinctual gripped her. Head tipped back, the young lady replied. One voice became two.