Moonspear no wonder i was drawn to her like a moth to flame

After the hunt, the quiet had been almost too much for Katmai. He was still getting used to it again, and to the more sedate pace of pack life.

It was almost exciting when a lonely voice called out. A name, but not one that Katmai knew. He headed toward the sound, quickening his pace when the call turned into a howl. What waited at the end was a yearling boy, looking not lost exactly, but in some sort of need all the same.

As he drew near, Katmai detected the scent of Treepie's Caldera family — the wolves she'd gone to visit not long before the great hunt.

"Peace be," he said to the boy. And then, figuring he ought to cut right to the chase: "You've come to Dawnspear — what is it that you seek?"