Big Salmon Lake The wreckoning.

A warm, berry-scented breath washed over Towhee’s face. Two seconds later, the stranger was tucked against her. Except she wasn’t a stranger. The Redhawk didn’t hesitate to return the embrace, bringing up a foreleg to pull Ruenna’s daughter—Alivia? Valiria? Perhaps a younger one she hadn’t personally met?—against her broad chest. It hitched a little as she thought of her dear old friend.

When they slid apart, she of course wanted to ask all about Ruenna. The younger woman—Alivia, she was almost certain—said she had a message. Towhee’s heart clenched. It lodged in her throat when the pale wolf began signing, Rue speaking through her. Tears pricked in those orange eyes.

Struck dumb, Towhee smiled ruefully (lol) and signed, -Hi, Rue…-