Larksong Grotto cranberry

wolf dreamer traveled carefully. the sky's light shone down from the entrance which had led him into the grotto.

his steps were unhurried. he found each stone trail and tested it before continuing.

birds called here, and flew to and fro.

one landed upon his shoulder, seemingly unafraid of his teeth. the dreamer was quiet, traveling with the lark at his sedate pace.

he did not like to be away from wilwarin or the boys for long. but this place had called to him, and now, dreaming, he had answered.