Moonspear Even Doves have pride

He was flushed when he reached her, not because he'd been running, but because her song filled his chest yet squeezed all the air from his lungs.

"Kinusi," he greeted in turn, a broad grin on his face. He was always so happy to see her. He fell into step, scratching at the dirt nearby, adding his own scent to her patrol.

"There are many wolves on the mountain, now," he told her, his tone contemplative. "Do you know — when we started this, I only imagined it would be you and me. Maybe Kindle, if we couldn't get rid of him."