Verdigris Ravine (M) And wrens have begun to sing an old song in the mouth of your kettle.

zoug was implacable as s'ari glared toward him. his role was one of protection. a flick of his ears said he had heard her warning and would allow the wolf her peace.

but then birthwater fragrance cut the tang of blood and rotted skin; and he did not yet move to gather anything, turning his attention from the wolf to the coyote who would soon be mother.

i will bring the water. and then you will go to candle. i will bring wolf where it is safe, closer to us.

the only uttered word was the name of his mate. he let his gaze move between them and then disappeared into the ravine.

his cheeks bulged with streamwater. he brought it as soon as he was able, annoyed to be near the wolf but grunting that she should part her jaws, and would pour the offering between them.