Wapun Meadow the needy eat man-mades, they wear phony clothes

She had stayed here for some time, even though the voices called her east. Her meeting with Powergirl had grounded her somewhat and it had made their whispers wane for her to be more present in this land. She would go east -- but not yet.

Just as her paws came into motion, the priest saw the dark visage in the distance. The spirits were all around her, swirling, screaming. Large pale ears perked forward and she looked upon the wolf that she had grown up beside.

Thief.

The word was hoarse and it rolled off her tongue fondly, tone nothing like the word itself would imply. The priest stood and looked at her counterpart, feeling oddly complete.