Verdigris Ravine wolf in coyote's clothing

Perhaps S'ari and Zoug saw the wolf in her, but Candle was blinded to it. Lament had been raised among coyotes, was a coyote as far as the priestess was concerned. She was one of them.

It had never even occurred to her to associate those menaces of the desert, wolves, with those she had called sister.

Candle swept her sister into a tight hug, cries fading to little whines and yips of desperate affection. She nosed all through her fur as if to memorize each place she'd been since their last embrace through scent alone. But it told her little. When she finally stepped back she gestured for Lament to follow her, meaning to take her now to S'ari and Zoug where they stood watching. Welcome home, her gentle beckoning said; as simple as that. All kin were Tribe.