King Elk Forest blood and bone

It was the wind that whispered to her, and it was the wind that carried her. South it blew, stirring her as she slept beneath the stars. Again she had gone ranging, discovering the beauty of the earth with every step. Beneath the stars, beneath the clouds, she danced on the wind that drove her. Starbuck had grown confident, joy bouyed by her encounter with Saga, sure that any day the girl would show up on Donnelaith's doorstep. In another time, Starbuck would have remained homebound, awaiting the world to send her what it would, be it sign or friend.

South the wind whispered, and south she went, until she came upon the forest. It was old and powerful. The fragrant air lay stagnant, the forest's magic and might unstirred by the winds that had brought Starbuck here. The stars were masked by the old forest's canopy. She was in the jurisdiction of another power, now, but she was unafraid. On she delved, certain that she was meant to do something here.

And so her eyes fell upon the wolf, from whose lips fell foreign, unfamiliar words. Hello? she called tentatively, unsure if this wolf was mortal or a beast magic made corporeal.