The Blossom in the Snow

One year had passed since the coronation of Astrid and the awakening of the Moon Gate beneath Mount Fenrir. Throughout the vast expanse of the Ironwood Taiga, an unprecedented golden age had blossomed. The fearsome winter blights that had starved the northern settlements for half a century had permanently lifted, replaced by mild, fertile springs and long, temperate summers. The ancient barrier of fear between humans and wolves was now…