Fairspell Meadow Dust off your boots

"No sense in getting fed up with circumstances you can't control," opined Macintosh, who believed in going with the flow. His family was comprised of wolves who lived and breathed conflict and anger. Macintosh had grown up with a different mindset, and found it unproductive to blame the world for his problems. The famine was brutal on the wolves, but the locusts that had surely begun it were no doubt living the high life. All things had their time.

Dovev made a fair point about the birds, though. Mac rarely spent time thinking about how ravens and wolves helped one another. It was an incidental relationship formed over many generations, not one that either species likely acknowledged often but one that defined them. The ravens had nothing to eat without the success of the wolves' hunts. "I suppose you're right," he agreed as the crow winged away into the horizon. They could not lead the wolves to food where there was none.

"Maybe if you follow it, it will lead you to good fortune," Macintosh suggested. He himself had no desire to follow the bird but Dovev appeared to be in a worse way than him.