Qeya River Here comes the welcoming committee

Shes at the borders.

Ever since her mother had passed; the girl had withdrawn. Keeping her distance from the place she once called home. The place she had been most happiest. New wolves took residence and many whose scents she didn’t recognize.

She smelt her brothers faintly which is what drew her back to the land. She wondered if her father was still here. The young wolf kept her distance from the marked borders but let out a small howl hoping maybe someone she knew would answer.

The wolves of Saatine continued their migration. They settled in the Emberwood and hunted into the wetlands and this day Meleys strays away from the herd and after a young bull who had lost his way. She followed the trail into the Maplewood and back towards their river lands. 

She lost the scent although her attention is captured now by the voice of a young girl, howling out over the tundra. 

Girl. She did not know many common words, through did her best. Why call?