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 st
Featured: Makenna and Acheron
Setting: Stallion’s Gateway
This was just for her own scrupulosity, knowing at best each kind of soil and terrain that Vektren had to offer. Digging for traps was no easy task, it was a job of precision and accuracy and Makenna didn’t want to end digging in a spot where she would find rocks beneath the ground or break nails and toes on a soil too hard to scoop out.
The petite she-wolf avoided the Cursed Fen until now, she heard rumors of it and in truth she hadn’t seen many of her packmates having businesses around there so, she too had really no interest on going there. But what was