Sun Mote Copse the shepherd

The sound of a howl brought Waawaashkeshi to her borders. Not many were so polite.

Slowed by her pregnancy, she was glad to see that her guest was still waiting when she arrived. What brings you to the copse, my friend? She smiles upon the stranger, tail waving behind her.

The copse had a way of pulling wolves of the same spirit together. She had to hope that was the case today.