Silverlight Terrace These bonds are far from broken

As the Stormthorn's hunger grew, so did her restlessness. She prowled the western shelf of Cassiopeia's shelf before finally resorting to turning towards the darkening shade that marked the treeline. Once she got through the bramble towards the dip where the ground flattened she saw a wolf, as stark as her, trotting along. She would have scornfully turned around were it not for the thing in the wolf's mouth that caught her interest. Her stomach panged sharply and she trotted towards the wolf, her strides elegant and powerful despite the old hitch in her gait that suggested a past soft tissue injury. She perked both ears and stopped before Potema, hungrily staring at the bone within Potema's jaws.