Thunder Dome ambergris

He heard wolfsong over the downpour and recognised the voice immediately. Sundance had never forgotten it, and was drawn to the location from which it sounded like a moth drawn to a flame.

His ribs heaved by the time he found her, pelt sodden and limbs shaky, but he paused some distance away to drink deep the sight of her.

Teya.

Sundance felt emotion constrict his throat, and he allowed himself a moment to collect himself before he tilted his muzzle and sent forth his own voice so that it might synchronise with hers.