“Either she’s made it a point to leave the landscape undisturbed, or Calli just doesn’t come here anymore. I’ll have to tell her how well her wolves are doing—there’s a pack that lives up in the hills near the Tower that I have been crossing paths with every few days. They’re generally docile, and look very healthy. Some deep instinct must still recognize us after so many generations—they don’t shy away from me when I approach, don’t even tense up, and they’ll follow my instructions provided I bribe them sufficiently.
“Definitely Leah’s cubs.”
~An Excerpt from The Journal of Dorn Evenwood