***Wolf’s POV***
The ground suddenly broke away around us and I was jolted awake as we began to plummet, “Oh, here it is.” Istoviir said casually while falling. Isiandor took me from his back and held onto me tightly with his hands. We finally fell into a large straw field that had walls of doors that boxed it in. The doors were all green with identical red Ilythrin writing on them. “Wolf?” Istoviir called.
“I am fine, are you alright?” I asked as Isiandor set me to the ground.
“Fine.” He said standing and brushing the straw from his clothes. “Isiandor?”
“He is alright.” I said.
“Kem’i dosstans. (Identify yourselves)” A voice called.
“Wolf Faer, Su’loth Noamuth. (Sun Wanderer).” I said strongly.
“Istoviir Darkswo...”
“...Wolf Faer?” The voice asked, cutting Istoviir off
