Silverlight Terrace Pisok

One of the older hunters let his voice run like a stream, while the other seemed to have dammed it like a beaver. Sialuk contemplated names for them, but her attention came again to the one who wore pride on his pelt when he asked if she would participate or watch the hunt. The quiet one did not speak.

I hunt with you, she said. Sialuk gauged their responses evenly, wondering if they would work well together or if they would fight to impress her. The younger dark wolf had retreated, and Sialuk's eyes flashed when the three deer were flushed. She caught the eyes of the two older wolves only briefly before she took to the chase.