Sun Mote Copse Starchaser

The lowlands were last to change. Frost hardened the earth and snow had begun to dust the ground at night. The last of the autumn leaves had fallen and left their boughs bare among the tall sequoias. Njord knew that, soon, winter would be in full swing.

He marked the Copse’s borders. Ever since Meerkat and Ajei’s harrowing encounter with the lone male, he spared no moment to instate their claim on this land. Let no wolf ever mistake it again.

As the sunlight began to wane in the sky Njord tipped his head back and howled at the low-hanging moon, spirit and heart full of life.