The Black Wolf
And when the sky turned dark again, he built our tent with practiced ease.
Each night, I slept nestled in his arms, his body my shield against the cold and the unknown. Kavira lay beside us, silent and respectful, her presence comforting in its own quiet way.
After nearly a week of wandering through untamed forests and icy ridges, we finally arrived at Drifthollow Kin, the nomadic, winter-bound pack Kavira had spoken of. And it was just as magical as she’d described.
Nestled between frost-laced trees and snow-dusted cliffs, the pack resembled something out of a fairytale.
Bab Populer