Firefly Glen Dancing with fairy lights

The voice returned to him! A yip and howl gave him direction and so the white hunter followed, noting that her voice too was familiar. The man knew many wolves of the moon. They were near enough to catch hunters from either of the packs inland. He did not know if the village on the coast still thrived.

Padding into a small clearing, Kannoyak chuffed twice. The hunter searched the brush for movement, for signs of the other wolf. Another quiet awoo and then the man stood still, head low, while he waited for her response.