Meadowlark Prairie toccato and fugue in d minor

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He gave her a look, which Raven couldn't quite decipher. She took it as a no, in any case. Otherwise, he would have spoken up, right? Breathing in slowly, Raven deliberated her next move. She was close to a pack's borders, looming over one of its puppies, and surely they wouldn't like that if they knew. But was it her responsibility to escort him home (even though she really didn't want to get any closer)? What if she left him here and he got more lost? She knew how terrible it could be losing your way.

"How about I howl for someone to come get you?" she suggested, peering at the youngster and waiting a moment even though she didn't expect an actual reply. She then jumped when an older, darker wolf suddenly appeared, her eyes as sharp and cold as ice and her voice even more frigid as she sneered Raven's earlier question back at her.

"I—no," the yearling fumbled, taking a step backward, her tail lowering as she practically crouched. She wasn't much of one for confrontation and wanted to make it exceedingly clear she meant no harm. "I live at the caldera," she said, not daring to peel her eyes off the pair to point out the squat, dead volcano in the distance behind her. "I was just out here looking for herbs when I ran into—your son?" she guessed.