Ouroboros Spine One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined

Nantahala felt the same, and to that Lightfoot could only feel a surge of relief, followed by a deep, yawning pit of guilt. Dragging her sister into this with no regard for anything she had here.

Lightfoot‘s only ties seemed to be familial.

She hasn’t said much at all. When she’s lucid, she asks for dad. Or grandma. When she’s not..she just mutters things. Lightfoot spent a lot of time beside her den, listening, hoping. Clarity was so far from her grasp, but she still wanted it.

Grandma wants me, or us, to speak for her at the woman’s circle. But Nantahala… Something in her churned. She licked her lips, letting her ears slide back.

I don’t know why, but I can’t. There was something there she had no name for, but felt all the same.