Shadowwyn Moor addir melek

It would be clear to any wolf, experienced or not, that this feral creature was of the no-nonsense variety. She stood at the ready; not so much as a refined militant, but as a conditioned hunter, prepared to spring at any moment. The mud, also, lent her an earth-kiln quality — as if she had only just pulled herself from the primordial ooze.

Wake would’ve hated to be prey under that hard metal stare.

The sharpness of her felt similar to that of Sun Eater’s. It stood to reason that they were related, if not by blood then by mien. Snowmelt ears flicked thoughtfully at her pointed question.

I seek knowledge, he answered frankly. Of these lands, its prey, its wolves. I must know them. Wake studied her features nakedly — green eyes unabashed in their ransacking. And I seek bonds. If I am to live in these wilds, then the wolves also here must know me. She was likely more keen to stick to her own, as most wolves were, but Wake had no qualms with fraternizing beyond what would be considered “normal.”

We need not share a pack to be associates.