Subject 13 PrologA small girl, somewhere around the age of five years old ran through her front yard toward the house where she lived with her parents. At first she looked happy, and indeed she had been, having seen something of which had probably held a lot of interest to the mind of a five year old child. In this case it had been a flower, which she now held in her hand. She had plucked it carelessly from the plant which had harbored it so that she might show her mother.Her happiness quickly faded into curiosity as a helicopter flew lower over her house, the wind from the slicing blades making her sit as the flower was blown out of her hand. She'd seen enough television to know what a helicopter was, but what was it doing so close to her house? She shielded her eyes from the wind and slowly got back up, wanting to get to the house now to get away from the harsh wind caused by the helicopters propellers.When she went into the house she could hear her father yelling, which made her upset. She slowly
Coren in WolfCradlesThe sky was dark and stormy as her wings sliced through the cool northern air. Air that was unnaturally alive at the moment. Alive with smells and sounds which did not belong in the late evening. Smells like fire and blood.She could hear the sounds of fighting below, as she swirled through the air above the dense forest. It sounded like wolves, snarling and gnashing and possibly dying. Dying meant food
but she had recently met some wolves. The wolves that she had met made her not so keen on eating one of their kind. They had shared food with her, and even companionship. She even owed one of them a favor.Favors were very important to return, if you ever managed to get one, and the offering of fish she had gotten had been worth a favor. If the wolves fighting below included the one of which she owed debt then it was important that she know. If she helped the wolf who had been kind enough to grant her food, then the debt would be even, unless of course she decided to stick around.