Sun Mote Copse Now I know that light guided me here

The blackbird understood. Waawaashkeshi could not help but smile; it still felt rare to find those who thought the way she did in these lands.

We would be happy to have you, Blackbird. She insisted, touching her nose to that of the woman's should she not pull away. If you think you can still track that elk, please feel free. A suitable welcome gift, she thought. My legs urge me back to the den, but let's speak again soon.

The smiling squint of her eyes spoke of a certain sincerity all on their own. Stepping back, she howled to the copse; a blackbird wolf had come, perching firmly within their home. Waawaashkeshi would welcome her with open arms.