Then the wolf changed the subject and shifted to a joyous howl. As the others joined in she recognized the hunt song of her pack. Amaroq’s rich tones rose and fell like a violin; then came the flute-like voice of Silver. Nails’s voice arose, less strong than Amaroq’s, bringing variation to the theme. Cupping her hands behind her ears, she listened intently. Yes, the pups were singing, too, sounding very mature and grown-up—until Kapu added his laugh-bark.
