Chapter 8. Old Bonds

Dark mosses rolled all over the landscape of Damak- the land of savage greenery. It covered the tall bulky trees in mass, as well as the high hills and mountains with small cottages of different sizes and shapes forming a larger part of the whole. Many locales could be seen going about their vocations in armless furred coats and likes. Farmers, loggerheads and mostly, blacksmith.

On top of the tallest hill stood the largest cottage in the settlement. The sconce were out in the broad day light dimmed by the tall trees, but the vivid image of green fire lighting the surrounding of the house was left at imagination. A bulky figure in quite the classy furcoat climbed the pathway to the Ferghus clan Alpha's pack house. His calf bulged out of his tight pants as he strode effortlessly up the hill. Even with the slide marks that his foot left on the path, he somehow still managed to not even stumble, not to speak of falling and sliding back down the sloppy hill. It was as though he'd