Spotted Eagle Mountain This old new sensation

“Follow then, boy,” splits the air, the gibberish going otherwise unacknowledged. There would be time for training, time to put words upon a tongue, only as needed. “But know you enter the realm of Kings and Gods. Know your life will be in service to them– and to me.”

Paws sink into the glade, he turns a hungry look to the flaxen wolfling. “Do as commanded and you will have all the rabbits you can desire. All the purpose, too, if such a thing is what you seek.” He aligns himself with the horizon, pace steady and pooling.

“They will think you simple, Rabbit. It is good to be. It’s the ones no one imagines anything of that holds power. You will make moves no one expects– for who expects anything from a Rabbit?”