Kin and Kind (Family Reunion)

Mæva couldn't deny the decent hunting around the great river. It was so large and moved at a quick enough pace that it was spared from winter's freezing touch. Now that it had snowed she hoped those nasty giant lizards had gone away to wherever it was they went to when it got cold. It still made her shiver though to think they might be hibernating, deep and silent in the dark water.

She froze for a moment and squinted in the distance as she saw something moving. Instinctively, Mæva crouched down behind the trunk of a tree, peering out at a the moving form of a wolf. At first glance it was easy to mistake the pelt for snow over rock and dirt but she immediately recognized it as the form of her sister, Mara.

Mæva yipped out a joyful cry as she barreled toward the figure. "Mara! Mara, you came!" She immediately tried to lick her sister's face, tail wagging spastically.