Snowforest Taiga once was a postcard

Yes, she said without hesitation, though she felt a flicker of apprehension. It’s nice to meet you, Sobeille. I thought I recognized the accent.

She cast the young wolf a friendly smile, wondering if she and Chani were sisters. They looked to be about the same age. She tried to remember the names Chani had offered at their first meeting. Oh, yes, “my maman, Chacal…” Of course, she needn’t stand here and wonder.

Are you Chani’s sister, by any chance?

Masque shifted her weight, tail swaying gently as more thunder grumbled over the sea.