"Why can't she tell us that herself," the dwarf muttered. He had a faint suspicion about what the wolf wanted, and he did not like it.
Ignoring the recalcitrant dwarf, Aramina padded up the steps. Her nails made soft clicking sounds in the night. Raori, suddenly walking steadily and clear-eyed, followed her without hesitation. Picket shrugged to Duinn and followed. Only Duinn waited before following the wolf's path.
Aramina sniffed a moment at the threshold before changing into her two-legged form. Raori, standing beside her, touched the massive doors reverently before shaking away his awe.
The doors to the temple were never barred, not even during war. Or so it was said. Aramina and Raori knew the truth of the matter and exchanged a glance as they linked hands. The lock on the great do
