Whitefish River Lost in reverie until I saw her fading silhouette.

"No one lives that long," Dwin argued playfully, feeling a sense of camaraderie with this odd, old she-wolf, because had their roles be reversed, she would definitely come up with an equally impossible story. "Even the wolf-kind is not that old. No one on this world now - is. The living thing, I think," she added.

"And I spoke with the Big Fish of Caldera myself and they are the oldest things there are," she spun the tale further. "They pass on memories of the old times, when even wolves were not around, but they did not mention you," she said. "So, how else can you prove that you are of the caldera?" she tilted her head to the side, grinning and waiting for similarly impossible story.