Dragoncrest Cliffs New Steps

Cameo.

Above the two conversing wolves, something happened. It was not a strange happening - in fact, the same thing probably happened several dozen times a day to wolves all over the wilds. But in this case, when a dark bird touched down on the thin branches several feet above their heads, there was something odd afoot.

Birds did not normally take much interest in wolves, but this bird did. It leaned down and stared at the two creatures, one pale and one ruddy, and noted that they were a different set than the ones the bird had observed before. They were both young, and one was the daughter of the dark wolf they called Heda. The one the bird had been seeking, ever since finding that the commander was also a mother.

Now that it had found the girl, it kept a sharp watch, eyes reflecting the red of the young shewolf's pelt.