Redsand Canyon pinyon

A story trade! It sounded so wonderful, and she offered a welcoming grin to such a notion, nodding eagerly in turn. She waited patiently as Aquene recalled the details. She wanted to convey it with such accuracy. “It is a bit of a child’s tale… at least, I think it is…” She prefaced before she began.
 
“The first wolf’s name was Ymir. He fell from the heavens in the shape of a falling star, and when he touched the ground, life sprang from every corner of the world. The trees grew in his presence, wild florae and faunae thrived… and all was good. He wanted the earth, the land, and the sea… but as time went on, he fell lonely.” She tried to hit the exact exclamations her mother had, using that same warm but fascinating tone she had recalled falling from her lips.
 
“The stars saw this, saw his loneliness, and another star fell from the sky. Her name was Freya. She was created in image of him, for him… a partner, someone with whom he could share a deeper connection.” She explained further, recalling picturing Freya as her own mother, created in her image. “Freya was a fierce warrior. She taught the man to hunt, to fight… and how to tend to his wounds afterwards. Without her, wolves would not have the skills that they had today.”