Silvertip Mountain The Wolf Who Cried Future

Chaska kept his eyes up, even though he smelt the scent of another nearby. He knew that the scent belonged to Zhavvi. Only when she spoke did he lower his head so his eyes met hers. But he did not stand, and stayed on his rump. He bowed his head after she finished. And he was surprised by what she had said. He understood perfectly; her name was no longer Zhavvi. The reason for this, he did not know. But he would not ask.

"Well then, Zaria, may I interest you with a story? I need someone to lend an ear, and I wouldn't mind if it were yours." He hoped she would want to hear it, for it was the only reason he had come out. Otherwise he would be waiting in his den for someone to call.