On The Road To Nowhere: The Beginning

[Local Hero]

Liath reached out with his long arm, his fingers brushing the top of Stràcair's ear. The wolf's arched his head at him questioningly, his eyes reflecting the dimming firelight. Speaking softly, in a voice almost beyond the range of normal hearing, Liath calmed his long time friend. <"Ah'll find ye a feast mare tasty and suitable fer ye lad."> he said in his own tongue. Stràcair's lip curled slightly, but the wolf retreated from the frightened imp, moving to lie at Liath's feet although his eyes remained on Romidia.

"Ye plainly ken mare than we dae. So pray tell impish one, what dae these spirits want?" he said as he looked at the dim figure of Fhadeel prancing at the edge of the circle of firelight.