The Heartwood terror in the night

It was the very last thing Harlyn had expected her companion to say.  He had been chosen at random to keep her company that evening - a simply matter of being in the right place at the right time.  But there he was, swiftly and excitedly proclaiming that he knew the wolf she so longed for.  The druid looked at him for a moment, simply astounded and full of wonder.  And then her tail began to thump rapidly upon the ground, and she whined softly and anxiously.


"You know him?  You do?" she said eagerly, the fire in her eyes dancing as she gazed so very hopefully at him.