Verdigris Ravine wolf in coyote's clothing

Candle did not pay so much attention to border calls these days. Her mate could tend them; she was busy often with her children.

But — oh, but she knew this voice! On trembling limbs she rose. Her glance to her mate was full of meaning. Candle did not yet know the word for it in Zoug's language, so she whispered, Sister.

There was no more to be said. She departed at once, bolting off toward the borders with high joyful cries spilling from her throat in return. So few of her sisters had survived... none had found her before now.