Bear and Cub: Chapter I: The War-god’s Due

A tragic beginning

The birds' wings were as dark, as the blackest of eclipses beat against the autumn air. The cawing bellow torn from the beaks of the ravens cut through the evening frost. The wind howled mournfully across the fields, two score onyx eyes gazed down upon swaying aspen trees. What might their cause in the shrieks of the wind have revealed? None may quite k…