She carried news from bats in the southwest, and if a Long Lake bat was hurt, she could heal him with her magic. The newcomer brought word of a two-legger on the other side of the mountains, one who was human outside and Beast-People inside. Clinging to a branch over his head, the three traded gossip in the manner of their kind. Now he had complex thoughts all the time, whether he wanted them or not. Until he’d met Daine two winters before, he had worried about nothing but eating, mating, ruling his pack, and scratching fleas. What if his messengers couldn’t find Daine? What if something had happened to them?
The sight of that night’s full autumn moon reminded him that winter was coming. Their orders were to bring her to him, to speak to the local humans on his behalf. In the last full moon of summer, on the advice of Old White, the wolf god, he had sent his best travelers, Fleetfoot and Russet, in search of a two-legger who once belonged to his pack. He sat on a stone outcrop, thinking-an odd pastime for a wolf. Only Brokefang, their chieftain, was awake to see the moon rise.
Diagram The wolves of the Long Lake Pack, gorged on a careless mountain sheep, slept as they digested their meal.
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