Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

Wake! The spirit beckoned.

Sunset’s head lifted lazily as she was pulled from a deep slumber.

Do you not hear it? the spirit asked.

Who? Saturday’s Sunset thought as her tired eyes glanced up at the night sky.

Our sister spirits! Past and future. Your ancestors, child. the spirit explained. Listen…

The silver girl's ears cupped as she listened. At first, it sounded like a howling gust of wind over a mountain peak… and then she heard their voices!

Let us sing with them! the spirit asked.

The wolf cub lifted her muzzle, parted her lips, and let the rare sound of her voice join the night in song.