Wapun Meadow wolf mother

From their sordid pile of followers, Echelon did not have the same sense of loss that her aokkatti had. She had not quite forged the bond with them as Tonravik had to. She was a much more solitary creature, but beneath that there may have been a note of arrogance. She didn't consider herself better than the wayward followers they had obtained, but their cohesion was non-existent. Before, she had been their scout, their little flighty dark-haired dove. Now? She had no idea what she was, even though the indescriable feelings she for being left behind were wearing away swiftly.

Knowing that Tonravik ached inwardly from having left her behind settled much of those feelings, anyway. She thrived on it. "I thought you went home," she said, "but you weren't there. I was chased away instead, for losing you. Did the others desert you?" She changed between the two topics flawlessly, even though it was hardly the proper way to carry a conversation. But she was direct to the point, not avoiding that there were things she wanted to tell her, but things she wanted to know. Her blue eyes scanned the area around them for a moment, wondering if she'd see the figures of the elder wolf and his portly ward. They were not there. Nor was the snow white female she had met at the coast during a late fall rain.

"Should we go to him?" she queried suddenly, child-like. The caller, he had followed.