ThyAyaWolf

A Promise To Keep Chapter one " A Crimson Storm" The brisk death that winter had in it's breath, claiming each and every lost soul that should ever lay it's head on the sheet of snow. Such freezing winds that dances with the spirts, opening there arms to welcome the fallen into a peaceful slumber. The same breeze which kisses the very tops of the trees, the giant trees that was home to our ancient ancestors who could jump over the northern mountains with one single leap. Our ancient ancestors who blessed the land, providing home to each generation of the Northern Pack. The winds like howls carried Skadi´s song, along with the beating