Blacktail Deer Plateau Raventhorpe

The night before, a howl went out.

And in the morning Hljordfel was abuzz. Moving day!

Granite, still a newcomer, stayed on the sidelines like the weird kid who was always picked last in dodgeball. He was unhelpful and aloof but enviously admired the camaraderie of the pack and their excitement.

He didn’t really know why they were moving. Or where they were going. But Granite didn’t really care. As long as there was more food, he would go with them. Now, Thunderdome was but a distant memory.

He took his place near the caboose and trailed the rest of the wolves, a small bone from breakfast clutched in his mouth.