Silvertip Mountain A Starry Night

Chaska seemed open to the idea of taking on the chronicler trade. He was well on his way to gaining it for FitzDutiful would allow this session to count. He would only need to prove four other instances of learning stories for FitzDutiful to award the trade — and that would give Chaska a step up in terms of being higher ranked than other wolves. The alpha was fast approaching the considering that those with trades would be automatically ranked higher than those without. He wanted skill wolves in his pack.

But now was time for another story. At the first pause, FitzDutiful was thinking about other wolves that had come to his border. He had never turned a wolf away, there had been no cause to. As the story went on, this lone wolf kept coming back. Time after time after time. He naturally wondered what he would do in this situation. He would have only turned the wolf away the first time for good reason. When the story reached its apex, he was glad for his reasoning. Insta-killed by a lone wolf. A nasty thought.

"Did the lone wolf take over the pack?" he asked, wondering what came of the pack whose alpha had been wiped out by a singular wolf. A single, magical wolf.