Luneshale Pass I don't know what's going on, but it's gonna get better

Kemal did not like her. On her year-long pilgrimage north, Disa had found that not many wolves did. She was not particularly friendly, spoke without filtering her words – as everyone ought to, she thought – and was generally quite selfish.

This had served her well in the road. In a pack, it was a problem. Not for her feelings, but for her budding appetite for power. Disa could see herself on a throne.

So, Disa set out to sow the seeds of friendship – or a the very least, some shared experiences.

She found Arslan on a hill, roasting in the sun like a chestnut. "Cooking your meat for us? What a treat for the pack," she said, cresting the hill. It was warm.