“There was a time when only Dusk would fall upon these lands,” Aunt Dia continued. “But soon, the Northern Lights would descend upon them. Another pack, broken and fragmented, would take shelter between the night and unite them.”
I flipped to a page with two drawings of humanoid wolves; one built stockier, with heavy, curling fur scribbled with ink, the other lithe and nimble, with short tufts sticking out occasionally from their face and ears.
“You mean these two?” I asked.
“Oh, um, a-are you’re looking at the rival p-packs?” Laura asked, carrying a tea tray in hands as she craned her neck to see. “It’s amazing how th-their original environments, um, changed their looks so d-dramatically.”
I couldn’t help but trace the designs with the tip of my finger. The form was so familiar, r
