Sun Mote Copse Dear Daddy-Long-Legs

arcturus could tell wraen was tired. noticing that flustered him and made him wonder, should he shelf the story for another time as she had done to him once? if he could sweat, beads of perspiration might have formed on his temples.

he decided to push on. it was not a long story, and he would feel better knowing he set out to do something hard to impress wraen, and had finished it - that in itself was an accomplishment. even if he sucked at story telling.

"hundreds of years ago when most of the world was plains and mountains and not trees and forests, there were wolves and goats which roamed in numbers far heavier than they do today." a peek, to see if wraen was still awake (arcturus would continue even if she fell asleep - he didn't mind, as she needed her rest). "the wolves stuck to the lowlands and the goats to the highlands - this was the order of things then, though it is not so now.

in that time, wolves did not eat goat -- not yet -- for their paths did not intersect, and the ram were fierce protectors of their flock.

until one year, when the wolves saw the longest summer they had ever known. the heat drove out the deer and the hare, and drove many wolves out with it.

there was one wolf that stayed behind in the desert - rau. he looked up the mountain, and wondered -- why did the wolves not hunt goat?"

anyone could see where this was going.