Whitebark Stream look, this comes as no surprise.

anaa. the familiar term had sobeille's ears straighten, her cool golden gaze passing over yura's countenance with renewed vigor.

you be moonwolf den. sobeille surmised, rising from inspection of the powdery snow. deep draughts of the icy winter air between them, and she detected no trace of moonwoman on the young girl's pelt.

lowering herself to study the full breadth of the pawprint, sobeille surmised it belonged to a heavier built wolf; many moons their senior from the swirling eddy of odor still left along the snow.

wolves be livin' all kinds of ways. i t'ought dey be tellin' you dat in mooncamp. some wolves only take wives. o'ters 'ave no use for dem.

de seawolves -- we do not be takin' 'usbands at all. what would young yura make of that?