Time is a Heck of a Thing

She moved forward, closing in on the scree piles in the basin of a valley, her gaze focused on the ancient bones half-buried in the black soil. She was quite pleased with the small crowd that gathered, some of them chimed in with the own thoughts or admiration. There was only one who was particularly vocal- a man that went to sit right next to Quill. She was distracted a moment, not really able to hear their quiet exchange- and she certainly was curious- but she was quick to refocus her attention on her task at hand. She couldn’t help but lean in ever so slightly as as she began to weave her narrative, "Long ago, a great earthquake shook the land, causing the hills and ridges to crumble down into these piles," she began, her voice carrying with it a sense of awe as she gestured towards the layers of black soil and rock at her paws. With a thoughtful pause, she moved towards an exposed bone. "These were not placed here by any of us, nor by a wolf of any kind.” Her paw lightly brushed against the ancient bone, its smooth texture cold and gritty under her touch.

Talyssa turned back to the gathered wolves, a meaningful look in her eyes. "Our world has a history far richer and stranger than what we see. Just as we have our stories, so too does the land we stand on," she said, her voice reverberating amidst the silent expanse of ruined hills. "These bones are remnants of a time long forgotten, of fantastic creatures who roamed these plains even before our ancestors'.These bones," she continued, her gaze returning to the ancient relic in the earth, "are a testament to life and the passing of time."

"Talyssa Carpathius"