User blog:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/Elm o' the Vale

==Prologue== Dalkye Oakbloom sat at her sewing, a young squirrelbabe perched on the armrest of her chair. "Granmum Da'kee, me wanna story!" he sqeaked in his small piping voice. Putting aside her sewing, she took the little one into her lap, "Okay, Theemin," began the old squirrel, "This story was told to me by my mother when I was but a mite, no bigger than yourself..."

Chapter One
Cold winds howled as the blizzard raged, sending snow and ice in flurrying clouds, blotting out all in a screen of blinding white. In a small grove of firs, about fifty squirrels huddled together, trying to keep warm against the onslaught of the storm. A squirrelbabe whimpered in his sleep and his mother pulled him closer into her shawl.