The tribes of the woods considered becoming a member of the Verhen family a great honor and the next best thing to earning the title of king. The magical beasts introduced the most promising young members of their respective clans to the kids.

The magical beasts’ role wasn’t just to be their playmates, but also their magical mentors and protectors.

To the surprise of no one, Teryon followed her sister’s example and chose a Ry, Falco picked a black-furred Shyf, and Lenart the biggest Byk he could find. Only Fenrir needed several minutes to make up her mind.

‘Not the Byk. Please, gods, I beseech you. Don’t let my daughter pick the Byk! I can’t afford it.’ Selia prayed from the bottom of her heart. ‘A Gylad would be the perfect fit for my family.

‘Grass is free and grows everywhere. May Fenrir pick the Gylad!’

“Venison!” Fenrir said, proving there was a mystical connection between mother and daughter. “I want venison!”

Alas, the reception was bad, and at those words, the Gylads turned tail and ran away, disappearing in the Trawn Woods in the blink of an eye.