Sunset Valley Underneath it all, we're just savages.

She spoke many words, half of which he didn't understand, but at least he got an answer for his silent request. And not only from the lady of the South! Also from The Wise Ones, his Gods, that had planned his life before he was given life and form. They had answered his prayers for a home to belong to by bringing him to the snowy wolf with her setting sun eyes.

Calloon was only mentally strong. He could hunt and didn't stumble or fall all the time, but his nimble form, as fast as it might make him, was fragile, feminine and unstable. Still, The Ghost nodded his whitened head without hesitation, wiggling his grey tail behind his scarred butt. He wanted to join her, that much was certain.