Blackfeather Woods Fiodh

Anselm was no master stealthman, and before long his presence was discovered. He slowed as a voice hailed him; the tone was neither aggressive nor accusatory, and yet still his shoulders hunched.

Anselm Sonnenwasser. He could not help the teenage sulk which hounded his frame now. Are you part of that pack to the east? The boy's nose told him no, but he was still learning so much about scent detection these days.