Several decades after the end of The Fionavar Tapestry . . .

Some would say it has been long and long ere the Wolflord of the andain set his foot on Fionavar's soil. Others would say it has not been nearly long enough. The Wolflord himself merely licks a trickle of blood from one corner of his mouth, leaving the mangled body of Nemain's get on the floor of the forest. She'll heal herself, or she'll die. But there will be no usurpers.

Moments later a black-furred wolf lopes easily through the forest, headed toward other business. The andain are not the only creatures he must needs deal with. The mortal world has ever moved quickly, particularly in the wake of tragedy and upheaval.

Galadan has been here before.