The Riverside Pack

On a rocky landscape surrounded by tall mountains, a vast plain of ice and shallow streams stretched as far as the eye could see.

In this plain, a pack of brown furred wolves could be spotted darting back and forth on a certain boundary. They sniffed around and left their scent markings on boulders and regions they perceived as their territory, before shifting into their human forms.

"What do you think of the Werewolf Mistress?" One of the wolves suddenly asked.

"Not what I was expecting, really. Since she entered the Pack, no one has seen her change. This makes me wonder if she's one of the formless." Another replied.

"Then...if she's only an ordinary human, what will that spell for us and the pack?"

Zain's ears pricked in eager anticipation. These patrols were the only source of information he had on his Ira and their kids. He ducked under a small outcropping and intently eavesdropped on their conversation.

For the past two months, he had been stealthily traveling in the Himala