Verdigris Ravine wolf in coyote's clothing

Her voice fell hushed and she had realized how odd it was.

Her time before these lands had been loud. A singer, whether she wailed for joy or from sorrow. She had always been noisy and now it seemed like nature sang for her.

See? Hear everything you have missed. The world will sing as you once have.

A voice came back to her. It was as if liquid gold had been poured into her bones, weighted and divine with the revelation in that voice. She was not so full of herself to think she should spill over the borders, but could she be blamed?

The moment the dark figure of her sister came into view, she had begun to cover ground again. She must know this to be real and not a mirage of the warmlands. She held no shame in her radiant joy, no matter if others watched or if they might find her rude for breaking taboos to be closer to her sister sooner.