the tiny pup whimpered a little as the comforting warmth of her mother moved away, as the she-wolf stood up to make way for the leader of her pack - the pack of howling wind. the pup's mother was the shaman of the pack, who communicated with their ancestors and guided her pack through the darkness. this was her first pup - her little daughter, the one her ancestors had told her would come. a beautiful pup - dark fur, dappled with almost invisible markings. and now... the pack leader would give her daughter a name.
YOU ARE READING
a story of flight
Fantasya story following a story. this is the story of the north, the windblown mountains where there are more beasts than men. this is the story of the storm-king's palace, of the airships and wind-vipers, and a young wolf named velvet.
