Sun Mote Copse Starwaves

Elwood had experienced much in his life, and could probably spin a tale or two if asked to do so. But narration had never been his strength, and he suspected that many of his stories would pale in comparison to others’ (especially his wife’s).

Still, he was eager to hear each yarn shared by his packmates, as was Avery, who was settled between her parents. She had told him a few of the stories that Wraen had described to her, but was feeling too timid and self-conscious about her stutter to be a participant of the spoken word.

So father and daughter listened, their gazes shifting to every wolf that took a turn.