When Dragons Sing

"This is only part of the Tey, story." Trying to remember more of th tales she used to listen her mother and father telling all night, the pale golden orbs of the she-wolf were focused in the horizon, for a moment. "It all begans with the Dovah. They gave us the tongue when they were... Mah, falling. In a krif, battle." For new, Jorrvaskr didn't know how to tell how everything began, but this was only part of the huge culture she grew up in.