Before her elder’s song was over the young wolf too sat back and raised her voice in accordance with his. It was her first howl, and it was laced with her own sorrows, strengthened by the depths of her desires—her responsive offerings to those wild urgings that had of late been echoing ceaselessly in her heart and mind, compelling her out and away from the familiar. To both her old life and her new, her song was a sort of plaintive answer.
Then, facing east once again, the two generations of loners resumed their chase, following as the wild ones of old whose ghosts still whispered in their ears, in pursuit of the original Wild One—that alluring spirit howling at the back of the North Wind, his icy voice heard most clearly in the cold and the dark, his song tugging ceaselessly at their restless hearts, his promise hovering always out of reach, calling them ever on.
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