Saltday, the 15th in the month of Omo of the year 7043
We have become prisoners in our own bodies. The wolves fight us constantly and with strength we never knew they had. These are no longer our bodies. This flesh I inhabit belongs to my wolf now, I am the subordinate, the guest. He is kind enough to allow me the presence of mind on most days but he will not abide me to ever leave this place. Nor will any of the wolves. They have abandoned the Moon Goddess, as she appears to have abandoned us, and have submitted fully to the will of this Forest Goddess, the one who inhabits this place.
Lile sat in General Itzal's tent, at his desk where his helm rested, glaring at her with empty eyes. It used to frighten her once, that sculpted face of a beast. But Lile had seen real beasts, stared th
