Redsand Canyon is there somewhere.

Liri tensed as one by one, more and more wolves showed up. She held her position, not daring to shrink and show weakness in front of so many. She knew she was outnumbered, and she wasn't a fool—if they chose to fight, she would choose to flee. But not until they forced her to.

The final wolf to arrive struck her clearly as being their leader. His pronouncement as the land belonging to Tikal was still a mystery to her, but his next words stole the wind from her sails.

Abandoned.

Liri had to fight then to keep herself from visibly deflating. The Canyon had been abandoned, then. In the six weeks she had been gone, they had all left to be replaced by this strange man and his harem. Left her behind. Just like her mother had.

But no, she had moved on. She had moved on.

Without really even realizing it, Liri was walking away. She didn't know if the other wolves were following her. They didn't exist to her at all as her mind raced. Abandoned. Abandoned.

"Where did they go," she said quietly, almost to herself.