Bearclaw Valley child of sun, child of moon

For a long, agonizing moment she feared the coywolf would simply attack her, instead, he grinned and spoke those words she desperately wanted to hear. Thank you. She would not say it aloud, her mother taught her it was a weakness to show gratitude. "My name is Auriel, she-wolf of the sands." A title fit for one of her colors.

And so it was, seemingly completed. She was an Ursus wolf now, how thrilling to be among the ranks of such wolves. "Merrick." She mused, dipping her head in respect. "A fine name." For a fine wolf.