this wolf wild heart was not made to surrender

Feathers fluttered in an ethereal breeze; the fish scales glittered; the shells clinked; the snow moss seemed a little colder, perhaps. Like a being beyond the world was running its fingers across the offerings, the Glade was alive with it for a moment or so, before returning once more to silence and stillness. And Ludo came with it, clearly pleased with the gifts. “Thank you, sweeting. I like these very much. Yes, yes. But there is nothing that any can do for me. I am already beyond this - and besides, I have been chastised for requesting you assistance in removing the Ascended plague from the world.” Its tone was sunny and light - far too much so for its words. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own