Nova Peak Helium

The other wolf did not look old, but there was something about the knife’s glint in her eyes that bespoke of an experience that young Lycabas lacked in himself. She was dangerous; a creature as honed as the claws of an ancient harpy. A nervous sense of wonder plagued him, heightened by the sound of her demanding voice.

I don’t know this place, he told her.

I don’t know anything.

The boy found it hard to think under the crushing weight of her stare, and he fell silent, feeling oddly hesitant.

When his unhelpful answer went unheeded, Lycabas watched as she turned from him, disappearing quickly out of sight. He relaxed once she had gone, heaving a sigh as he continued his own way.

What a relief!