Death,' whispered Tarlar, 'you do not fear it, Fell? By water, or any other way?' 'What is to fear?" answered the black wolf. 'If it is an end, then so be it. For there is no pain in that, except the pain left to the living... And if death is not an end, then what more than a wonderful journey.

Man, who thinks he knows everything. But what does man know...Man cares only for himself, in his fear and hate.

The deer hovered by the trees beyond as the sounds of the ravening wolves came to them across the grass, their own senses almost frozen in impotent horror.

Mamma," whispered Rannoch as he nestled by her side, "what is man?" Bracken looked into her calf's eyes. "Man? Man is something you must always fear." "But why must I fear him?" asked Rannoch. "Because, my little one...man is cruel and cold. He eats up everything he touches. He enslaves Lera and breaks the laws of the forest. Because, Rannoch, he is the only creature that hunts without need.

It's those that fight hardest for freedom who are never free.

Yes,' growled Fell, 'for animals do not know what they do, but man has knowledge of his cruelty.

To you, Fell. Can't you feel it? Inside you, as it lies inside all the Lera. Know thyself, wolf.