Tristan

As both of our packs waged battle on ancient and sacred ground, a storm had approached, and the Goddess moon was shrouded in dark clouds. Snow gradually fell but then quickly picked up speed. I heard and felt the din of battle around me; the snarling, biting, gnashing, clawing, and howling. Several wolves already lay upon the ground, their fur bloody. I couldn’t tell from whose pack they were; I had my own battle to fight.

Baltazar was a strong wolf, I had to give him ...