Blackfeather Woods song of susannah

There were more wolves in the forest than he knew. Not all had come to see him and his siblings in the glen. He followed one such figure. Each time he made to creep up on and eavesdrop he built upon what he had discovered and what he had been taught about remaining unseen. Still there was more to figure out. On this day he realized the challenge in stalking a travelling target. Euron lost sight of the white she wolf early on. He had kept his pace too slow. Speed would develop on its own as he practiced his art and it became more ingrained. More second nature. But he would not wait for it, and he would urge its development by deliberately training it from here on out.

The snow was kind. In it her tracks were clear. Euron did not even have to use his nose to trail the girl into a place he himself had not yet explored. It demanded his attention but he remained concentrated on his pursuit. Tracking her into the caves was far more difficult than it had been above. The rocky surfaces held little scent, and despite his best efforts to remain focused he was a pup, and he was distracted easily by all the newness around him. Fortunately for him, the passages all led to one central chamber, and here was his quarry.

But here also was a million glowing things hanging from the ceiling that stole his attention and left him standing clearly in the open and staring above.