Have you ever wondered why fairy tales all end in lies?

Slowly but surely the timid and damaged wolf had been growing use to the presence of other wolves even if she had never met any of them. She had become to be more sure of herself and the fact that none of the wolves in Threar would harm the young paperback. She had taken to wandering around the territory aimlessly as she gave up on hunting prey for she knew that she could scarcely catch a thing. That particular day, with the sun above her shining on her back to signify high noon, she had decided to take a stroll near the borders on the bay. She had not actively crossed the borders of the lands that Threar had claimed since being invited to the safe haven. She had taken a liking to the lands that she now supposed she could call home.

The young woman who was a child in everything with the exception of age would start to sing for herself as she pranced along the shore. "Come to me my sweetest friend. Can you feel my heart again? I'll take you back where you belong and this will be our favorite song. Come to me with secrets bare. I'll love you more so don't be scared. When we're old and near the end, we'll go home and start again." Her beautiful alto voice rang out louder than her speech, figuring that the girl was alone in her own little kingdom of isolation. She was around other wolves but, as usual, she would never talk to them.