Rosewater Oasis Little Coywolf

The girl was young. 

The spear watched her with a dull stare. The lean ripple of her youthful frame was untarnished. She looked like she was midway between pup and yearling. There was a distinct mass to her - muscle that came from growth and movement and learning the lessons of hurt. 

Lanza chuffed a greeting. The spear's dark tail thumped against the dirt.