Silvertip Mountain Outside the night wind keens and wails

There is, and they did, he answered with a small nod of his head. Mischief played in the silver glint of his gaze as the Taggerung looked upon his listener. Cluny was an engaged audience; he would have questions that would span throughout the story.

The Moon Owl is capable of giving such things, but just as she is capable of giving, he could sense the lust that bubbled beneath the cyclops’ surface, she too is able to take away.

Cluny did not know then that the wolves had ruined their chance to be gods.

It was Kojall that suggested they demonstrate their worth through strength. He wished to prove his worth, his might, in a way that only he could.

The Taggerung chuckled softly, a knowing laugh, one of a man who knew the end of the tale.

Kojall and his kin were not the only creatures vying for godship. The bears, the foxes, and even the elk yearned for the same. It was a bear who challenged Kojall – a bear who declared that no wolf could best their kind in strength. It was a bear named Carog who challenged Kojall.