Nocturne Summit Tis a far cry from home for a poor lonely thing

The Taggerung was visibly delighted, joyous in the willing nature of the large brute across from him. If only all his stories and songs could have been shared in such an easy way, to one who seemed as though he desired nothing more than to bask in tales of old.

It was best not to keep the man waiting, of course.

Once, long before wolves of our kind walked these lands, there were great towering creatures of unspeakable power, the Taggerung began in a mystic’s voice.

The way he wove his story was reverent bordering on thrilled. There was nothing quite like the first telling of a tale.

Kojall of the mountains, Enokhe of the oceans, Aellar of the skies, and Ipnos of the forests. These wolves were larger than any wolf ever known, taller than the trees, stronger than stone, wiser than any who had come before, he went on and then paused to gauge his audience’s reaction.