Whitefish River From Fiji to Tyree and the Isles of Ebony

Atreus fidgeted a little under Void’s unexpectedly direct stare. He listened silently, even though he’d heard this story before. He had not forgotten it—how could he?—and to this day, he marveled at this wolf’s resilience. He admired it too, of course.

I’m really happy you overcame all that stuff and found your happily ever after, the yearling repeated. If I’m not keeping you too long, I’d love to hear all about your lady. Who is she? How did you meet her?