Shadow Mountain Wire

I call for you, @Lestan.

The howl started near Swiftcurrent, a few miles out. Then another came, a while later.

Lestan.

This one was somehow further away, an echo of the first.

Lestan.

The time and distance lengthened between songs, leading away, away, miles and miles away.

Lestan, I call for you.

The winter naga waited in a shadow of a squat mountain, and the cold night fast approached. It would be dark on this side of the mountains before anywhere else. The year’s last dying crickets took up their violins.