Whitefish River "brew glory,"

Rue bent forward to allow Liri to inspect her wound, twitching slightly in surprise when the alpha's warm tongue lapped over her crown. Her ears flattened as those of a pup might upon minstrations from its mother. Liri didn't sound overconcerned about the wound, which was a comfort to Rue. 

The silver's jaws closed around a rear leg, and the three victorious hunters combined their efforts to drag their spoils home.