Sequoia Coast Ten Percent Luck

Caiaphas had learned long ago that reticence exposed nothing -- and so, she watched this umber-furred beast with austere resolve. There was no warmth in the impart of her stare -- and as Kesuk bravely met her gaze Caiaphas' lower lip curled in an assertive grimace. Her humming stopped abruptly, and just as quickly her tail flew over her narrow haunches in diligent superiority.

It surprised her that the wolf knew of the Sound. There were not many that knew their name -- and even fewer who knew of their existence. Kesuk's pack, on the other hand, Caiaphas was quite familiar with. "How does the Blacktail wolf know?"