KelpGull

Some had called the wolf a wraith long ago, in what felt like a lifetime ago. Wracked by infection, Durzin grew thin and weak. Moth, however, had found him, and the wraith-like wolf was regaining his strength as the infection receded with the aid of Moth’s herbs and a tenacious desire to live. However, Durzin was still painfully thin. Moth could not afford to bring him much to eat if she wanted to keep this a secret. Fable had warned him off, and Durzin knew that if the Jarl found him still lingering on Fellfang land, Moth’s work would be for nothing.    His leg was still swollen, and he still could bear no weight on it. It was a struggl...