Rosewater Oasis Little Coywolf

Candle was not far behind the pup.

Andanari was not her blood, but a child of The Tribe nonetheless. The coyote bristled with protective instinct at the sight of a wolf, yipping a short call to Andanari. Danger, her cry said, and the priestess prayed the girl would heed it.

A coyote and a half was far too few against a wolf.