Episode 1: The Silence of the SnowThe world was a study in white and grey, a vast, silent cathedral where the only prayer was the whisper of the wind through skeletal pines. Kaen, a wolf whose fur was the colour of granite and shadow, stood on a ridge overlooking a valley swallowed by deep snow. His breath plumed in the frigid air, each exhalation a ghost briefly haunting the world before vanishing. This was his kingdom: silence, solitude, and the endless, crushing weight of winter.He was large for a wolf, with a broad chest and powerful legs built for traversing great distances, but his frame was lean, ribs subtly visible beneath his thick pelt. Hunger was a constant companion, a gnawing emptiness that mirrored the one in his spirit. It had been two turns of the seasons since he had last heard the howl of another wolf that wasn't a distant, threatening echo from a rival pack's territory.His pack, the Whispering Pine pack, was gone. A sickness, swift and brutal, had swept through t

Episode 22: The Whisper in the StoneThe naming of the loner, Theron, was an act of profound magic. It transformed him from a spectral threat into a potential member of the pack. Under Kaen’s careful guidance, the silent exchange of gifts continued, but now it was accompanied by a new ritual. Each evening, after the main hunt, Kaen would howl from the halfway rock. And each evening, after a respectful pause, a single, clear howl would answer from the eastern ridge—Theron’s voice, growing stronger and less hesitant with each passing night.The pack’s initial tension gave way to a guarded acceptance. The pups, especially the curious Borvan, would pester Kaen with questions. “What does he smell like, Alpha?” “Is he faster than Fen?” Kaen would answer patiently, weaving Theron’s presence into the fabric of their daily life, normalizing the strange dance.It was during one of these quiet evenings, as Theron’s howl faded into the twilight, that the oldest member of the pack, a blind she-wol