Lyra

I stood at the edge of Wolfsong territory, my white fur darkened with dirt so that I couldn't easily be spotted. The decision to venture back into my old homeland wasn't made on a whim. I knew the risks, but the need for information, the desire to protect those I cared for outweighed the danger.

The familiar forest loomed ahead, dense and foreboding. The trees towered above me, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers against the darkening sky. The air was ...