A sudden howl sends a shiver up your spine. "Where are we now?" you ask. "In the halls of the howling wolf," Dragonsoar answered. "The pack had adopted this part of my cave as their own. I have learned to love their presence, they sing quite beautifully during the full moon." Dragonsoar drifted as she spoke, remembering the lovely event. Snapping out of it, "Come, let us contine."
