Moonspear a connection to the Light

don't trust every wolf.

and yet here he felt a thread, winding and weaving. a shared misery among them.

no way to live. this he meant in earnest to. useless, dead weight. not even useful to the woman who had given him a life — truly gave him life. he would have died without sialuk in those woods.

now he looked to the man and wondered just how much they shared.