The Heartwood Kita

Prayers would be offered in hopes of shifting Shiranui toward a better future.

The white wolf was relaxed and ready for sleep. He yawned with a quiet aroomf at the end of it. The warmth of the shared space had finally eased the chill from his bones. Shiranui stretched himself, grateful for the small comfort of a den and a companion to share it. For all the man’s talk of prayers of God, he was fine company. The white wolf did not worry, in Bartholomew’s company.