Firefly Glen nuna ⦆

The sweet fragrance of raspberries was the only trail that the northerner could find. The aroma of them made a path that was marked by wolf paws. Upon the air, the traveler could sense that another wolf dwelled in the very same area.

When her song struck his ears, Issorartuyok found his voice joining. It was not uncommon for the wolves of his home to sing for their lost spirits, for those who still lingered upon their lands.

Prowling forward upon large paws and broad shoulders, Issorartuyok found his earthy gaze landing on a pale figure – a woman’s shape. The northerner stared unabashedly at her beauty, even the marks that had been left on her face.

Issorartuyok woofed a low greeting.

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