Quest

CHAPTER THREE

Days turned into weeks, and Morekish's quest for understanding continued. His days were filled with the routine of mountain life—training with the pack, honing his instincts, and tending to the needs of the cavern. Yet, his nights were devoted to delving deeper into the untold stories that his mother had only hinted at.

The mountain ash, sensing Morekish's insatiable curiosity, became a silent companion in his nightly explorations. Its leaves rustled softly, as if whispering ancient secrets that only the wind could comprehend. Morekish found solace in its presence, a connection to the mystical forces that guided his lineage.

One evening, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the rugged landscape, Morekish approached his mother with a determination that bordered on urgency.

"Mom, we need to talk," he began, his eyes reflecting a mix of eagerness and apprehension.

His mother, ever attuned to the rhythms of nature, nodded knowingly. "Sit, Moreki