The white wolf watched with sad eyes, She had known the girl and boy should have been as one. But life did not always hold what one wished for, or expected. When Yllfa lost Wolfhere she had lost her mate too.
From that time forward she had followed the girl, who grew into a woman, and into one with a rare power for healing. Something that should be nurtured. And the wolf had grown too, though at a different rate than one in the physical world. A different passing of seasons and years.
