Stirring Shadows [Drachen]

She’d decided to take Drachen on to teach the script and words of Valhalla. She planned to extend the writing to other packs. Writing could not be twisted or changed, or forgotten, and it served as a way to get messages to another pack without the possibility of the courier forgetting something important on the way there. Even if the wolf was unfamiliar, the script would be Valhallan, well-known if all went right…

But she would watch him as he learned, and if he did indeed choose to stay for life, or at least a few years, she wondered if he’d be interested… the Circle she had in mind had yet to receive its first member. The only wolf to have walked such a path had been Mask, long ago. By now the man was probably long dead, and she felt a sadness at the loss of the quiet, brusque male.

She padded to a stop at the mouth of the man’s den, breathing in the scents. He wasn’t in, so she settled, waiting patiently for him.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think