No Clue

The sun sat low in the sky, casting long shadows across the clearing where the members of our pack had gathered. It was a tranquil afternoon, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the surrounding trees.

As I walked through the gathering, I exchanged smiles and nods with familiar faces, a sense of complete satisfaction settling over me.

This was my family, and it was a good thing to see people in such high spirits after the painful events of the epidemic and all the fear that had run free in the pack.

However, amid the crowd, there was one face that I couldn't quite place. She looked vaguely familiar, but her features were obscured by the crowd's shifting and the sunlight that was coming in through the trees.

“Do you know who that is?” I asked Kimora, interrupting her conversation with someone else. She took a second to look in the direction I had pointed and then shook her head.

“No clue,” she said, frowning, “but there have been many people I haven't seen in the pack. She co