Wolfsong knows nothing but bloodshed, because the long night of war fell over the forest when she was just a kit at the teat of her mother. The constant battles against the Sharpclaws have made her a hardened warrior. Many rogues died by her fang, many friends before her eyes. Her enemies fear her, her clan respects her. Under the crescent moon, a battle rages again tonight. When it goes down, nothing will ever be the same again.All Rights Reserved
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