21- Varian, Rael and Malakar

Miles and miles away on the other side of the mountain

The old wolf, Rael, knew he was not alone anymore. His nose didn’t work like it used to, neither his eyes but his senses did and he could feel it in the air. The electricity, the stillness of it.

His human, Varian, is almost too weak to think from starvation.

At the edge of a desolate clearing stood a crooked figure draped in tattered robes, the wizard of dubious repute known as Malakar. Of course, they did not know he was a wizard but they could tell he was some sort of powerful.

They’d only met the creature NEVER before. But the skinny frail-looking man with the thin long black and white somewhat lengthy beard was familiar to them, and though Rael was startled to come across the tatted cloak-wearing man, the wolf did not show it. At least he thinks he hid his emotions well. See, Rael and his human had been dreaming of the wizard weeks before. And he’d always pointed towards the waterfall- which is where they were right now.