THE WOLF'S PLANS

CYRAN

I'm sitting on the edge of the outcrop again, but this time, I watch the sun set in the west, sliding slowly out of view behind the distant hills. It's a beautiful thing, and I wonder how I've missed much of it my whole life. Our cottage was below the hill next to the forest, so the sunset wasn't really something we saw daily. I saw it once, though, but the sky had been the darkest that day, and the village was of smoke and ashes.

I hear approaching feet and I don't need to turn to know it's Gylen; he walks like he has all the time in the world, with a leisure gait that I admire. He sits beside me, his left hand in a cast and his left eye looking as queer as ever on his long face. 'I want to be alone', I tell him. 'What a coincidence. So let's be alone together'.

We're silent for a while. 'You look…positively useless', he says suddenly. 'Thanks', I snap, 'I feel better already'. 'It wasn't a compliment', he says mildly, t