Fulfilling the Wolf Prophecy

There is a wolf among us, Webrah, their clan leader stated. The clansman looked around in disbelief. Their shadows were eerily elongated Enhanced and distorted by the council fire. Names began rumbling in a mumbling way. Scentar? Dragsphere? The clan leader said I am as concerned as you But no one knows who he is. We only know he is here. To fulfill the prophecy? One of the younger wolf dwellers asked. The clan began to nod. They had recognized the other signs. Owl hooting six times on a Thursday. Rocks mysteriously placed on top of each other without toppling. I think so, the clan leader said. Do we honor the pact? The whispering was fierce now. It was agreed that whoever he was, they would recognize him as clan leader. Webrah’s daughter came in, and stated she had been chosen. All were silent. Had a woman ever become clan leader? She showed them the mark of the wolf’s teeth. It was on her forearm, the absolute sign they had been waiting for. No one dared argue, though some were less than pleased.