Barrow Fields a twist, a tale, a rip through my sail

since lasher had lifted the barricade forbidding any donnelaith wolf out of the harem, tachyon found himself often revisiting the fields as often as his health was able. it was a staggering distance, and tachyon had prepared himself for the lengthy quest by depositing a few hares in the cache before his departure, and eating his fill of the older remnants. when he came to the barrow fields he expected it to be empty and disappointing, but there was a scent he could not mistake or misplace. his ears flew forward and he started to gallop wildly, howling like a honking goose for his long lost compatriot.