Verdigris Ravine and the rest hope for a shoulder

zoug narrowed the single eye. "not want," and this communication was silent, only a deliberate paw-sign that he had slowed down for the purpose of making her see the other part to his speech. it seemed so little and yet was such a great thing, to know clan, to teach clan.

he did not know if they even shared his memories.

"bad." and that one was in tribe language, punctuated by an emphatic flick of his ears. he could not explain what he had seen happen to coyote women by wolf men. or to coyote children by wolf women.

but surely she knew.