King Elk Forest The wind

The alpha of Vein’s pack did not ask for further information about the Starsea, and so Crowfeather did not give it.

The dark wolf merely nodded his narrow head once when told that his home sounded interesting. The opinions of an outsider were not to be taken seriously. The alpha had never seen the Starsea or its wolves. He did not know of their culture.

It was in this conversation that the alpha became, well someone.

Kynareth Deagon was a name far more peculiar than Vein had been. The large wolf’s home, a place called the Abbey, seemed even stranger still.

When Kynareth the alpha asked why Crowfeather was there, the dark wolf frowned. His tall ears fell flat to his cap. The fur along his neck bristled ever so, but he did not move.

To fulfill my fate, he answered stiffly. And you?