Andarin: The Mountains: To be the last one standing; XANDA

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long;
When I do I dream,
Of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore,
Where I can lay my head down;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!

The young colt's interest with the white raven, who had decided my withers would be a prime palce to rest, reminded me of my young friend Lycoris. The strawberry roan mare had an eccentric air about her, one of which resembled this young Xanda. The red dun inquired about the adults and our animals. Of course, I smiled warmly in response to Xanda, murmuring with my baritones voice, "I'm afraid not. Only Seers, which are of the Scholar class, can receive Familiars." Turning my head to glance back at Grimm, who was preening his ivory primaries as usual, I added, "My Familiar is Grimm. A white raven."

My curiosity had been piqued, however, when Xanda mentioned his mom had a bear familiar. I wondered in my silence, just who his mother could be. But, of course, I was polite and restricted my mind's touch from his own. It would be rude to pry, especially with a young colt who meant only to be friendly. My blue roan frame shifted as I looked around at Andarin- the dark place of beauty and serene, yet haunting winds. The voices of our ancestors howled through the crags of the Wolfrange, reminding us that we were Wolves, and we were the top hunters. "Tell me, Xanda. Were you born here?"

All because of you,
I believe in angels,
Not the kind with wings;
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!

EARTH III
W O L F
AMBASSADOR