Blacktail Deer Plateau willow blossom

Moon Runner roamed far and wide, free as a bird on the wing.

She hunted. She slept beneath the stars. Alone, but always with her spirit.

She sought high ground and scaled a ridge of earth. Here, wolfscent coalesced.

A budding clan?

Moon Runner had always been curious in nature… and now this trait was gilded with the naive invincibility that accompanied young adulthood. She blantantly crossed whatever thresholds had been marked and strode into the plateau as if she lived there.

What would bold Sister think? her spirit mused.

Then, she saw a figure. A pale, uniquely scarred man.

Moon Runner’s tail curled. Inquisitive. Daring. Her claws dug into the loam, ready to run but not wanting to.