Porcupine Ridge pet semetary

capriccio. taggarik. these were names far beyond the scope of vuk's pronunciation ability -- she understood them as titles, and also the words that came from the alpha pair, but was woefully unequipped to respond. yet today she was buoyed, having caught a foolish hare. there was a small hint of confidence to her step that had not been there the day prior -- slowly, very slowly, vuk was finding her place. she dug into a cache and lay the prey there -- covering it, the theta moved away, lifting her muzzle to the air to scent for any nearby packmate.

she was methodical in this, placing each name to a face, each scent to a body, filing it away for later recall. if she was strange for such, she did not know -- vuk would scarcely have cared either way.