Wild Berry Meadow we get it on most every night

Easy laughed at the question, thinking back over the many packs she'd lived with, and her time on her own, and her time on her mountain, and now...

"Sometimes," she replied, her tail whisking. "I'm on my way back to my family," she explained, sniffing delicately at the other wolf. "They're far from here — but I have a little more time."

She smelled healthy enough. Easy liked the look of her, and her soft sweet voice.

"My name is Easy," she told her. "What are you called?"