The Legend of Roan

Roan, a young wolf that had not yet received his wings, walked down to the hot springs with his father, Groye, who could no longer fly due to old age. The sun shone through the leaves on the trees, casting a soft, green glow. Tree roots stuck up in some areas of the forest, and ivy crawled down the trees. "Hey, father, what are we going to do today?" Roan's father took a deep breath, tasting the earthy scents of the forest. "I need to talk to you about something, Roan. Something you might be interested in." The pair sat down next to the Springs, soaking their bodies in the warm waters. Water faeries floated around the water, coming to investigate the two new strangers that had come to their springs. They landed on Roan's ears and flew in circles around Groye's head. Groye cleared his throat. "I want you to deliver the sacred offering to the King in the Morta kingdom instead of me, due to my old age. It would also be a good way for you to get to know the world better, to see everything there is to see." Groye handed Roan an object wrapped in sewn milkweed stalks. "Take good care of it and don't give it to anyone. You hear me?" Roan nodded his head. "Good. Now you are to leave bright and early in the morning in order to make a good start, so I suggest you say your farewells to everyone before you go." Groye stood up slowly, showing that they were going now. Roan stood up also, grabbing the offering in his teeth. He was careful not to damage it. The pair walked back through the worn, grassy path, across the river and back to the packlands. When they got back to the clearing where their cave was, Roan stepped inside to set the offering inside, then he stepped out and followed his father to the Packlands. Roan thought silently the whole way, "I can't wait until tomorrow! just wait, me out in the world myself! Woo-hoo!" Roan grinned as he watched his pack brothers soaring in the sky.
To be continued...