The Tangle get loose get low get low

sobeille stiffened as she caught the tip of an ear poking out from a moss-studded log. they were being watched.

she shouldered chani to warn her, but two seconds later a face appeared -- golden eyes framed by white. a yearling, close to their age.

chani introduced the pair, and shortly after another wolf appeared. he was swarthy-black, with shades of earthy colors in his pelt like cayetano. sobeille was not one to find redeeming qualities in men, but even she could see why chani might be warm to him.

sobeille studied the two unabashed, silent for the time being. she liked the glimmer of mischief she saw in the boy's orange gaze -- what kind of trouble did he like?