Silverlight Terrace These bonds are far from broken

Last post for me! Thanks for the thread

The she-wolf watched as Potema fled. Scornfully she trailed the white wolf's form until it was but a plume on the bleak landscape. All that effort for nothing. Potema was but a speck in the distance when Pallas finally moved again. Conceding to thirst and exhaustion the old wolf clambered down the valley towards the spring that gurgled ahead. With a sigh she hunkered down and lapped at the water in silence, toying with what to do next.