It will make a great story, indeed,The old wolf hummed in appreciation, taking up the rear, allowing the others to lead the way. She took in the scenery - distorted as it was beneath the angry moon - and trotted at a steady pace. Her thoughts wandered to Liss's search for family. Should Senka be looking for her daughters? Could they also be here? Guilt took hold of her heart. She'd assumed they were gone. Or, rather, that she was gone; plucked from one earth to another by the gods, for reasons she didn't question.
Blind faith. Silent acceptance.
