Go the Distance

Wylan ventured out of pack lands, heading just out of the woods with a small list in mind. There were herbs he wanted to harvest before winter killed or covered them with frost and snow. He brought what he needed to dig for valerian roots, and to pull dandelions without damaging their roots.

He thought the shade of the great, crumbling wall would be a good place to start his search. With his miniature polar bear at his paws, he trotted along the vast field, wings tucked tightly at his side.

Before he reached the ageing stone, a shadow caught his eye and he glanced up to see another wolf, resting on a high perch. He trotted up to that piece of wall in particular, and reached up. Resting two forepaws against the wall. His tail started wagging behind him as he did so. “Hi! Wow! You made it up high”