Noctisardor Bypass Deep in the shady sadness of a vale

I see, said Wylla with a perfunctory glance toward the north. I didn’t hear about that. It likely had a lot to do with sequestering herself away from the greater part of Rivenwood in most of her waking hours. No matter. She wasn’t suited to hunting the great beasts of the cold plains. It sounded like these packs were taking advantage of weakness in the caribou. A shame Rivenwood had not benefited, aside from the youths learning a good deal.

The forest was silent but for the sound of snow dropping from branches. Wylla caught herself slipping into her mind and forced herself back to the present. Druid surely expected to learn something today. All wolves had basic knowledge of hunting. She could pass on a little.

Do you know why we hunt the weak and sick? she asked, leading Druid around a steep drop carved in the hillside. The land sloped down toward the lagoon from here. It was visible through the trees, or would be if it wasn’t just as snowy as the rest of their surroundings.