Dragoncrest Cliffs Dude, this is a Wendy's restaurant.

The voice cut into her thoughts, and she turned, taking a couple seconds to register the question before she answered.

I dunno, she replied sullenly. 'Why,' I guess. Or how this happened.

She turned to the other wolf—he was around her own age, she thought, dark and lithe. Didn't look like the other wolves of tan and gold and russet that she'd encountered.

I'm missing an eye, right? Lilitu continued, though it wasn't a question. Her voice was bitter. I guess I'm also wondering how ugly I am.

She sighed, and stretched back out, looking toward the sea again.