Sun Mote Copse Now I know that light guided me here

What’s usual isn’t always good, Merel said. I’ve had enough of brutes for one life.

She finished with a silent snarl aimed at her own paws. After a moment she forced herself to relax and look back up; this space, with the radiant she-wolf and her children, was free of regret and sorrow. She would not taint it. She knew she would nonetheless, if she stayed too long. Even now she took a step back, as if preparing to leave. But the sight of Waawaashkeshi’s belly kept her from turning away.

If you and your children are in need of hunters, I can help, Merel offered. Even if the golden female agreed, it would not have to be forever—so she told herself. No harm could come of helping to feed a young mother and her pups.