Wolfhair: Hero
_Pure hatred. He couldn't remember who he was, but he knew the feeling didn't belong to him; he merely witnessed it from the inside. He was stuck with it. It festered violently, oozing black agony while images of a familiar battlefield seen from above...
Wolfhair: Impact
It was a massive, ancient crater. It had undoubtedly once been quite deep, but time had smoothed its edges, and filled it with compacted dust that gave it a flat, hardened reddish-gray bottom. A place of power, of world-changing events like this was...
Travelers in the dark
The four of us traveled together along the sunlit roads from Cierra, in the easternmost province of the kingdom, near what the ancients called the Highlands, all the way to the northwestern border to the Lowlands. My squire, Edan, and Markel, the...
Granite and weak forces
Edan was a dreadful squire. There was no way around it: he was a hindrance. The stout, short-furred canine looked at me with his usual puzzled air, as he held the reins for both of our mounts. The young stable boy who was waiting on us appeared...
Hinterland
It was a long, winding path of beaten earth, twisting around and between the grassy hills that rose beyond the immensity of the plains enclosing the capital city. Behind me, I couldn't see the walls, but a tiny little speck of the Quiet Palace's...
The Legend of Derris
The legend of Derris began on a day that, to him, seemed rather ordinary. The sand burned the pads of his heavy paws, but the large and usually vigorous wolf couldn't muster the energy to care. On hot blinding days like these, it seemed that the...
Wolfhair: Verity
At his altitude, on top of the White Wall, Nercur felt the wind howling through the crenellations. It blew through his black fur, bending the tips of his ears and making him shiver. He blinked multiple times to protect his eyes from the freezing bite,...