Larksong Grotto distilled by time

His run in with the Drageda wolves had left him shaken — both in mind and body. Save for the bite mark on his hind leg (for which he hobbled on slightly) and dishevelled fur, Phares looked no worse for wear, however he was deeply unsettled by the encounter. The two beasts had spoken of Hiram, and their apparent distrust of the Cardinal had planted a small seed of suspicion within his mind.

Why had they been so disgusted by him? And so aggressive to those near their packlands?

The priest wasted little time in making it back to the Grotto, even with his minor limp. He quickly made it into the heart of the territory, striding into the grand lake until the purifying waters reached his chest. Surely, the beasts had tried to corrupt him. Tested his faith in his Cardinal. But he was resolute in his beliefs and would not falter to such demons.

The suspicion towards Hiram the wolves of Sleeping Dragon had instilled, however, remained. Small as it was.