Verdigris Ravine wolf in coyote's clothing

Look at her!

Lament scented many in the dark furs of her kin and found herself joyed. It meant Candle had been safe, had found others to stay grouped with. No matter if they were other sisters or not. Pride settled in her chest, knitted around the joy.

It was hard to place any distance between them, but she did! More than happy to see the place she was being beckoned further into.

She might still run wild in the lowlands, but this was where her head would rest each night. This was a home if a sister stayed here.

She reached to playfully nip at any tufts of dark fur she could find upon Candle.