Arrow Lake his wings are black as sin

there is a wolf following thorn's progress, and thorn belatedly became aware of the figure on the ridge by virtue of the long shadow that spilled before him. he paused, glancing up the ice-adorned sheets of rocks where the figure lurked.

he dropped his burden, the antlers clattering to the ground while mists of snow plumed around them. nosing the air, the black wolf tested the wind between them wondering if this was another of diaspora's pledges, or a loner worthy of being chased off.