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sister fa'liya was more ghost than wolf. yesbaa was sure of it.

each step she took was weightless, as if she floated just a hair's width from the ground. just a moment away from being swept by the wind. she was not like brother Caan, warm with flesh and blood. she always stayed far behind, and the girl only caught brief glimpses of her when she turned to look back. when they arrived in the grove yesbaa got to see fa'liya as more than a silhouette.

her sister, frailer than fluttering snow, though she wore the pitch blacks of their father. yesbaa approached her with a chunk of meat and curious eyes. she hardly knew her sister. maybe, sister didn't even want to see her.