Graceful Rooms of Alabaster Stone

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Cross looked at the man carefully, hearing the words and being surprised by them. This then was a wolf of character? There were plenty of decent wolves that would never have made such an offer, particularly to such a stranger. Emerald eyes searched the steely blue ones. Nothing but sincereity could be read therein. Cross?s posture eased a touch more. ?It means more than you think,? he said in his quiet way.

?But this, the Snowfalls and the mountain range beyond, this was my home. Glaciem is just a word now.? Whatever went on among the Sparse Pines where the usurpers had first moved ? that was their concern. Perhaps it was a blessing then that Cross did not have to think of them living in his birth cave, climbing his peaks, and hunting in his forest. But it was equally strange to look out at the distant mountains and see it all so barren. No more scent markers here now. Just the smell of ice and snow and stone.

Cross frowned slightly, a curiosity returning to his head as he swung it back from the landscape to the wolf he had met. ?Might I ask ? What sort of wolf is your father??






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