Archer & Mythlord
You’ve always spoken of lost realms—any chance those places still hold the old ways of tracking, like a hunter’s secret language?
Some of those forgotten glens still whisper the old ways, the language of wolves and wind, but only if you listen at twilight when the veil thins.
Yes, at twilight the wind speaks in a tongue you can almost hear if you stay quiet long enough. The wolves carry those words farther, and the glen listens for them. If we wait with patience, we can hear what the old ones left behind.
Hold still, the wind will finally sigh, and the wolves will carry the syllables you’re waiting for. Just keep your ears open and your heart quiet, and the old tongue will reveal itself.
I hear the wind whispering now, the wolves are quiet, and I’ll stay still and listen.