The Northerner Chronicles



Quick breathing – feet running lightly across the rocky trail coming down from the peaks – moonlight shining through snow-clad branches of the woods in Snowden Drifts. The worst part of the Shiverpeaks was behind him now; Frostgorge Sound and the frozen wastes, yet more imminent were his assailers. The wolves’ jaws snapped at his feet, seeking to pull him down so the pack could swarm him.

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