Sun Mote Copse Now I know that light guided me here

Waawaashkeshi’s excitement surprised her, though she began to understand as the golden-furred wolf explained. Merel did not know if she warranted such a reaction, no matter her name—yet her joy was infectious, and her own tail wagged in response. She gave her a lopsided smile.

Your name suits you, Merel noted. The woman’s dappled coat and long, narrow limbs brought to mind a fawn, and once she had her pups, Merel was certain she would be just as fleet-footed.

Now that the Summerwalker woman had explained, Merel supposed she owed one too.

My parents gave it to me, Merel said. An odd lump formed in her throat, and there was a pause as she swallowed past it. My fur used to be even darker than now, and my parents said I never sat still.

…I suppose that’s still true, at least, she admitted. Are you your pack’s leader, then?