There in the shade of a looming oak a young girl sharpened a long steel blade. Manslayer was the name of the sword. The wire wrapped hilt was studded with a rich purple amethyst. Fenris perched upon a dry rock near flowing waterfall, humming all the while.

"Stupid Alanna. WHY? He didn't do anything to you! Damn Alanna!" Fenris yelled.

Suddenly a rustle in the brush around the base of the stream startled her out of her angry globe of tension. A huge blue-eyed wolf came hurling towards Fenris's rock.