There is a black wolf on the outskirts of the farm. A wolf that was once a spirit, daughter of a goddess. She's now mortal. She cannot always remember the speech of spirits. She cannot always remember her name ( Read more... )

Howling Wolf howls when she first awakes. She howls before she falls asleep. "It must be done," is how she explains this compulsion to Writhen. Other than that, she is a quiet travel companion when she's not giving orders ( Read more... )

The common* adage "air spirits are everywhere" is not, technically, true. They can potentially see anything the air can see, and potentially inhabit any zephyr, gust, or breeze, but potential is not reality and it's generally safe to assume you're too boring to spy on in any case.

Which doesn't mean they're not inclined to trySky, at the moment, ( Read more... )

Denver, Colorado is, as the sun rises to noon, very empty.

Except for now. Now it has a black wolf, ears laid back, fangs bared - before she darts to the nearest crumbling building to hide out. Much sniffing ensues. An hour later the wolf ventures out of her makeshift den, giving a slow sniff of the area, pausing every so often to scent the air and ( Read more... )