Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

I’ll go with you.

It wasn’t offered as a suggestion, more as a statement. Stormchaser wasn’t one to waver. He carried stubbornness that had been crafted inside of him by the very woman who he served. The young wolf was firmly set in his ways and he cared little for the consequences of such a personality trait.

Do you have a name? Or a title you like?

The yearling’s goldstone eyes glittered fiendishly.

Stoneform.