The Beta's Daughter
Using my wicked-sharp claw I tore a straight line down the centre of the parcel; I opened it from this seam as though it was a cocoon.
Inside was an intricately carved wolf, made out of white wood with a turquoise inlay on its back. There were colourful arrows pointing down its sides, too.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathed, turning it over in my fingertips.
“It’s a Zuni wolf fetish,” he said, his voice low as I admired it. “One of the warrior wolves is descended from the Zuni tribe, and he carved it for me. It was strange, actually.” He paused.
“He said I did not need to tell him who it was for, or what I wanted it to look like. He said that he would know. Something about the sacred dreamtime?” H
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