Post by helloimlucifer on Sept 18, 2013 2:29:15 GMT -5
Kyra was just out of hearing distance of her small trade village in Ulvenwald on the border of Wolf Run. There was silence and a peace she hadn't felt in years. Kyra felt the wind on her cheeks and suddenly footsteps. She turned her body slightly and was taken off guard by a lone wolf. He rubbed his beastly head against her hand and made a soft, loving whine sound. This was the second wolf she had come to love like this.
It made her miss home, wherever that was. There was another sound that made both Kyra and the wolf stand at attention, a twig breaking in the distance. The wolf named after Kyra's father, Arddan, growled deeply at something just beyond the trees.
It made her miss home, wherever that was. There was another sound that made both Kyra and the wolf stand at attention, a twig breaking in the distance. The wolf named after Kyra's father, Arddan, growled deeply at something just beyond the trees.