Shelter from the Storm, Part One
Eiro stooped under a twisted white branch of the great old tree. All around him, the wind turned wild and raced back and forth like a mad dog chasing its tail. It wailed as it twisted around the black canyon below. Eiro shivered and flattened his ears...
A White Dream
The wolf darted across the open meadow, a black shadow against the blue glow of moonlight. He slid to a halt on his big hind paws and dropped to a crouch. His chest pumped as he breathed heavily after his mad dash. His tongue lolled largely from his...