Hoshor Plains [m] the tortured poets department

He had been gone from Moonspear for some time—but he hadn’t expected the feeling of displacement upon his return. Acrux remained in the healing ulaq, and Elentari remained at their sons side.

Sialuk was the warm presence she had always been—and yet… something had shifted.

Ketzia’s words still rang in his mind—that unsettled feeling now something ingrained within his soul as he considered the wisdom she had imparted upon him just before she had died.

He found himself trekking toward the opposite mountains—the Sunspire called to him, constantly, and he felt its pull now more than ever.

Instead, though, his trajectory brought him to the soft form of a she-wolf—studying the herd. Cold winter snow glinted from the ground—but he felt a sense of warmth as he studied her.