Blacktail Deer Plateau the mapmaker

"An alpha, puppies and an enemy..." Osprey listed all of the characters Pura wanted to have in his story. They weren't difficult ingredients to work with, because each word had a passing concept of similar meaning. Alpha - the king, puppies - children/elves/spirits etc. Enemy, who wanted to eat them? Great. There were so many to choose from. Starting with classical ones such as dragons or giants or ogres, not to mention cannibals and evil ghosts. The only fact that made it a little hard to mix these ingredients and cook them in a tale that Pura would enjoy and like, was that she didn't know the boy that well.

But a promise was a promise and she gave a try. Failing was the worst thing that could happen. "Once upon a time in a faraway land there was a forest - much like the one we live in now. With stony hillocks, tall trees, small lakes here and there and a lot of prey. And in the middle of the forest there was a throne made of black and shiny obsidian, which belonged to the Great King that ruled in this forest.

The king himself looked very much like you - Pura - with gray, dappled fur, reminding very much the color of sky before a storm. The legend would have it that he had once been the Cloud wolf himself, who had decided to leave the realms of sky to walk the earth and rule the forest he had found. Whether it was true or not, he was no ordinary wolf either. He beheld special abilities," here Osprey paused giving her nephew time to take in all of the details and wondering, if her choice of words had not been too complicated for him to grasp.

Therefore - as she usually did - she let the one, who listened, join in the story-weaving process. "Can you tell, what kind of powers he had?" she asked him. Since this story was about Pura, he must have something to add.