21st of Spring, 508 AV
The Wildlands were a dangerous place to survive in. Balcani, barbarians, bandits, Zith and many other savage beings could lay hidden behind every rock and tree. To traverse these harsh and hostile lands, one had to be aware of their surroundings at all times. Maybe it wasn’t the most dangerous place on Mizahar, but that meant little to you if you knew nothing else about the world. If the previous experiences in your life had barely taught you how to read and write, how to speak.
For one such creature, so far away from any place he could truly call home, this was true. At first glance, one would mistake the young creature for an average wolf only with eyes of deep blue and a pure white coat. But on closer inspection would could the true difference between an Ivaski and a Wolf, if they knew they were two separate beings. Paws large enough to propel the creature through water, longer legs and a larger body for a wolf of the same age. Even then, Gromhir was still larger than a regular Ivaski, though not by much.
The Wolf had been wandering the Wilderness for at least three seasons. He had seen the world around him die and be reborn again. The world was new and fresh to the young Kelvics eyes despite all this. The world around him was lush and green and while he loved the white of the phenomenon called winter, there was something enchanting about the vibrant colours that now surrounded him.
It occurred to him that it had been a few days since he’d last caught sight of his friend. Nature’s dancer, the one who moved through the woodlands as if they were open plains. He’d never caught her but he hadn’t seen her for a while now. Had she left him to favour someone else? Why would someone do that? She had helped him so much, if she left now, he would be lost.
The Kelvic pressed on in the direction he felt she went. His fur matted by twigs and mud around his legs and along his chest. Despite him being only a third of size he could be, he had taken down larger animals than he with the right guidance. Without his woodland watcher, he would have been dead long ago.