Qeya River rhodonite

She followed the children. They were the livelihood of the pack the same as she calves were to the herd. Yet time and time again Meleys had birthed, two pups at the most, all to not survive the test of the long march. Her nephew and Gideon were older. Perhaps they might. 

The phantom stops short just behind and out to the side of their young hunter, her duel-shaded eyes cast hard on the intruding child. 

Sheep killer. Here. Her common was thickly accented. She knew little of it, though enough to get her by when trading to others outside of the clans. Ksura.