Dawnlark Plains victory

Moon Runner descended from the Rise to the vast, snow-covered dale to hunt. Tufts of long, dry, golden reeds poked out from the drifts. Evidence of deer was visible – they often pawed through the snow to reveal the delicious, tender grasses of autumn.

The white wolf was fond of this region. She had often hunted partridge with Wise Father.

But then, a howling voice caught her attention. Its tone was jubilant. Elated.

Moon Runner had always been a curious wolf… and so she loped in the direction of the stranger.