Last edited by Candle Jack; 2012-10-25 at 01:28 PM.
The ways of man and hound are not enough. I come to you, spirits of the old forest, I who build fences, I who came with fire and steel to drive you away. I come to you because fear has made my arms weak. I ask you for unforgiving rage to make them strong again.
Kill the hound in my heart, and grow strong from the meat on its bones. In its place, give me the wolf.