Shadowwyn Moor addir melek

Skirting the pack that occupied the lowlands beneath the looming ridge, Winter’s Wake found himself walking on softer ground. It was not pleasant to feel oneself slowing and sinking and stagnating between steps. He knew at once that he did not wish to settle on this side of the neighboring packs, though he made a mental note to visit this stretch of land again in the summer, where it would be drier and therefore more traversable.

In the distance, sharp eyes picked out the shape of a dark wolf struggling forward. He watched with mild amusement as they plucked themselves from the mud and then found a hard patch of earth beneath a tree, where they settled moodily.

Ave! The wolf called. The ground is firm this way!