Blacktail Deer Plateau give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die

Drawn to their makeshift borders by a call she does not recognize, Raleska is on guard. Immediately she thinks of Mal and her expression soured — a grimace that did not lift until she came upon Keen. 

It took the young wolf a few seconds to recognize the yearling — she had grown just as Raleska had, and her mocha pelt was striking enough that Raleska recalled her from before — a youth that had come alongside Derg. Hi, Raleska ventured, wondering if this was happy accident or deliberate — she wondered if she should call for Derg given he had been the one to bring Keen to Rusalka in the first place.