Bearclaw Valley You cannot live with a paw in each world.

Snowskip was unlike anyone Aventus had ever seen.

White wolves were already quite uncommon in the valley, with Averna being the only one he knew of, but Snowskip was even more unique. From his place in the shadows, he traced her grey cowl with curious silver eyes. They climbed down the pale slope of her back and lingered on her tail, dunked in grey as well. So different from Averna’s unmarked pelt. So different from anything he’d seen thus far.

From his hiding place, Aventus went forth at a slinking trot. He reached his neck as far forward as it would go as he closed in on Snowskip, paws a mere whisper over the springy grass. The white tip of her tail danced tantalizing as she walked. The boy reached for it, aiming to grab and pull it.