Verdigris Ravine the smoke between our fingers

She stared like she heard a ghost, saw a ghostly mirage and the world trick her, but no other would call her by name without knowing it. 

It was her! Her tone shifted, and it was as if a weight the size of bison was lifted right off her heart and into the sky. The shadow crouched out of her den and gave the coywolf a thorough sniff-over. No breaks, no injury, no missing fur, no nothing, and all over the scent she'd never, ever forget. 

And then she couldn't help but come up and nuzzle her head into the woman's fur for a moment. Remembering. Missing. A relief upon a soul so broken she'd felt like the world hated her. Kusuma mother now - is sorry for growling. Did not want to have nose trick Kusuma again.

Coywolf was everywhere, and after some time, they all had become a dull reminder of the world she lost the day she left. But no. 

She'd never forget her scent.