Whitefish River Where love is lost, your ghost is found

Her concentration was soon broken by a different kind of splashing; it came from another wolf and not a fish. She suspected the woman to be a packmate she hadn't met yet, and she returned her greeting with a small smile. Hey, she said first, tail moving a little with a few slow wags. I'm Speedy; I'm new here. She didn't even care that the other wolf had scared away any fish; she was pretty hungry, but the prospect of meeting a new packmate trumped her hunger for now. She could always find something else to eat later.