Shadowwyn Moor addir melek

Unaware of his potential faux pas — for neither wolf hunted at this exact moment, but the caribou-hunters were loathe to be far from their precious life-givers — Wake lifted his tail in a social wave, encouraging his company as close as they dared. He moved back himself, allowing them plenty personal space as slouching mud gave way to pliant earth and then solid ground.

If he had knowledge of such a creature, he might’ve thought them a little lion for the feathering of their ruff. He observed the way they moved, the jaunt of their mud-spattered hips, and the gleam of their eyes fixed upon a blunt, duskshadow face.

The scent of them reached him last, and he recognized the telltale musk of Saatsine, along with the aroma of the opposite sex.

You are one of Sun Eater’s wolves, yes? A chaser of the reindeer? They certainly seemed prolific in this area, at least for now. I am Winter’s Wake.