Bonesplinter Ravine In the hands of the puppet master, strings weave tales of destiny

A new scent caught her nose as she was tracking a rabbit which distracted the dark woman and she watched as her prey hopped away fast. She wouldn’t wait for this mysterious stranger to come to her as she followed it.

With babies near; her instincts were to protect them from any threat. “State your business.” The woman stood tall as the wolf came into view.