Sleeping Dragon Syn

Small, petite dainty she had been called all these things. Sometimes worse things, witch, sickly, unwell. But she was a hearty beast, despite her size. She was ten times her size on the inside, and a heart as big as the mountains, but she was also Svartravn, a healer. She was born from noble beasts. And she was kissed by the gods favor, for they hadn't let her die.

Maiken had followed her kin, and then the others, the blood traitors as her father would like to call, but she was a neutral wolf or by the great god Svart she tried to be. Two colors dark and light, where could the darkness be without the light. She felt there was more to the story, not hand-me-down tales of traitorous deeds. She smelled a familiar scent, one that she had followed, but didn't know.

She stopped to look around, eyes tracing the shadowed mountain eaves.