Shimmering Sands I have a very small mouth and only grabbed some of you

sandpiper jerked her head up as a whistle sounded; she knew the call as distinctly raptor's. as she looked up she saw raptor swiftly approaching, with a stormcloud of a wolf in tow. sandpiper's hackles lifted somewhat instinctively, if only because it was alarming to look up and see two wolves thundering towards you.

she stood square as she assessed raptor, trying to make sense of what he had said. she hadn't been looking for anyone but moorhen and redshank, and while she only recalled small details about either, this heather-grey wolf with a black mask resembled no one in her family.

she bristled outright as the female spoke, apprising her with a flinty scowl. her tail leapt over her back and she gruffly countered: "who the fuck are you?" she looked to raptor accusingly, wondering why he would elect to punish sandpiper by presenting her with such a rude harridan.