Northstar Vale A non-fiction fantasy

He wound back from the coastline to the valleys along the mountains. There were wolves there too and in great number, though he hadn't quite differentiated that they were two different packs in close range. He had stuck to the lower climes to avoid their claims and did so with haste, taking out a better part of the day.

Now as twilight descended in the narrow mountain valley, he wondered if the final rays of the sun still caressed the fields he had crossed in the days past. There was certainty that they did, as even the mountaintops he could spy through the bare canopies were basked aglow in rich warm hue; there in the depths of the valley, darkness clung to the corners and eaves.

He swung his gaze back to the path that lied ahead of him and no more than a few minutes further, he spied out the comely shape of another. Distinctly feminine, the darkening landscape washed out the better and brighter colors of her earthen coat, as it no doubt did the same to him. For once, not in worry that he was near another, Roach hailed her with a crisp bark.