Silvertip Mountain A Starry Night

Chaska turned his face towards the white wolf. His neck hurt a bit from being still for too long, but not too much. When Fitz asked for a story, he thought back to the stories his mother told him. Then, he found the perfect one. It was a short one, but was one of his favorites.

"Long ago, in a land far from here, lived a large pack of wolves. All the creatures lived together in peace, and harmony. Then one day, the darkest of the wolves felt that he should lead. So in an attempt to take over, he set the packs against each other using his devious ways. A war between them began, and he sat in a dark cave in the center of the land. He waited, and waited until there was silence, meaning one side had won." Chaska paused, letting the rest of the story come to him and to take a breath before continuing.


"But what he saw was nothing but a barren land. The war had killed off all the creatures and the forests, leaving nothing. Nothing but the one wolf. His greed led to him destroying all life, and he was forever in despair. Seeing there was nothing left for him, he left, never to return, and swore he would never let the greed take hold of him again. He continues to roam, leaving destruction in his wake, for he could never hold back his desires. And he never will." He took a long breath in, having expelled much of it with the story.