Kirain’s eyes widened, ears flicking forward as she scanned the meadow. Just ahead, a small, pale figure stood among the grass—someone who hadn’t been there a moment ago. The unexpected sight gave her pause, but the stranger’s calm posture quickly eased her nerves.

Hello! she called out, tail beginning to sway. I’m Kirain! Who are you? How are you? Do you need help? Are you lost? Where did you come from?

The questions spilled out in a joyful rush as she began making her way toward the she-wolf. Her steps were measured, gentle, she didn’t want to alarm the newcomer, but it was hard to contain the bubbling happiness inside her. It had been quiet here and in the Rise, with only Lestan for company. Not that she minded; she adored her mate with every ounce of her being. But new faces meant new stories, and those were always welcome.