Sunset Valley swison

Only, one of the wolves was no stranger at all. Nyra? Druid gasped at the very same moment the man spoke, questioning the three youths about their experience.

Her eyes cut to Heda as she answered on their behalf and simultaneously skirted too close to the caribou for everyone’s comfort. Fortunately, her sister heeded the warning and came back to the fold. Druid reached out to brush her muzzle along Heda’s shoulder, eyes looking past her toward the two adults.

That’s Nyra! She’s the one I met when I first went outside Rivenwood. She fought and killed the cougar, Druid whispered to both her companions, though Mireille wouldn’t know this story. She has a lot more scars now…