LERRIN
"The melding is ancient, it hasn't been used in generations. Who knows if it even works anymore?" The old male, Rhegyn, spoke clearly, but his voice wavered and cracked.
He was one of the elders who could no longer fight and track silently, but whose experience was respected within the tribe. He'd been at the encampment. If his resistance had shifted from the idea, to the method by which they would make it real, Lerrin knew he was winning. It was an effort not to howl in excitement.
