Do you know what my absolute least favorite thing about wolves is? It is the fact that despite living in the modern era, they still insist on acting like they belong in the ancient dark ages.
The moment the guard shift changed and the heavy footsteps outside my door faded, I slipped out from under the warm silk sheets. I didn't care about the doctor's strict orders to remain bedridden. Wrapping a massive, heavy bear-fur coat directly over my nightgown, I stepped out into the freezing night air, my bedroom slippers crunching softly against the frosty stone of the courtyard.
I was on a mission to rebind the parchment to the raven's leg and send it back into the sky, mostly because these beasts, for some infuriating reason, preferred howling at rocks and barking at mountains over utilizing decent cell phone reception.
