Emberwood [m] But if you get me out, you get a show

Prairie wolves. Reverie had never heard the term before. She was quiet for a few moments, taking in his words, wondering distantly what it must be like to never know your own mother. Ironic, she thought, that it was her mother's blood which troubled her now.

So there were never any dogs there? Reverie asked carefully, not looking at him but his fur and the way it shifted beautifully from grey to ruddy in some places. She went back to her preening; it was a welcome distraction from the anxiety of waiting to hear his reaction to a certain word.