Volkon Wolfstrider

Lying on the cool soft moss, his side gently warmed by the fire, Greyclaw looked on his master with love and a fierce loyalty in his sharp eyes.  But it was late and a day ranging over the wild lands meant that wolf and human were both tired. Greyclaw fought valiantly to keep his eyes open but they defeated him - the image of the Human in whose trust he placed his life burned into the images of his dreams.

The man looked on the wolf, knowing without question that the magnificent creature would pass through hell itself should he ask it.  But his thoughts were with another,  One year had passed since the sage passed on to live forever as the essence of the woodland spirit.  Oreon had taken the young boy in his hands and taught him the ways of the wild, but those days were now long gone.

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He had never known his real parents and was passed from one of the aunts to another until they could not cope any more with the whirlwind that was the flame haired boy.  Little Volcano they named him and for good reason. His rage was like no other - destruction and hot fire.  But man is a complex beast and with the devil walked the calm of the morning.  That part was his mother some said. She was a spirit healer and respected in all the wild lands, and maybe that was why Oreon has taken him under his wing.

Oreon the druid taught Volkon the secrets of the true wild. The rituals and the magic. Complete empathy with the animals and plants of the grove and forest.  And now he sat in the most secret of place - Oreons Grotto - knowing that he would have to move on, and find his purpose.

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As morning woke and gently spread her dew over the creatures and flora of the wild forest, Volkon Wolfstrider stood looking over the horizon with Greyclaw by his side. With no ceremony he whispered a silent goodbye to his home and strode into an unknown future.