Fallon grew up in a small town on the green side of Washington. It was so small that the population was four people, fifty cows, and trillions upon trillions of trees…and maybe one road to drive their wagons on.

When Fallon was just sixteen, her parents were kidnapped by a band of ninja assassins. When Fallon returned from her day’s work of milking all fifty cows, she found a note from the ninjas telling her she would never see her parents alive again. Now, Fallon was a simple sort of creature. Her biggest adventures were jumping over the stream or climbing the trees on the edge of the woods. She was very knowledgeable as she spent as much time as she could reading the books she managed to get her hands on. But of the world and its ways she was, well, naïve.

She packed some food, a few of her favorite books, an extra set of clothes, and the machete her father kept under his pillow at all times. She set off down the forest path in search of her parents. She walked and walked until she felt sure her feet had worn down all together so she had no feet left at all. To her relief, they were still there. Fallon rested her back against a stone, a headstone in fact, one of many, and fell asleep. She woke when the moon was full and hung high in the night sky. To her horror, she’d been bound crudely with rope made from human hair and was currently sitting in a rather large stock pot. A fire had just been lit underneath it, and around it, dancing in true Thriller fashion were too many zombies to count. They were singing too, but the only words Fallon could understand were the occasional shouts of BRAINS!

She should have sensed this current predicament coming. But as I said, she was quite naïve.

“Help!” She screamed in the fifteen different languages she knew. (Not all at the same time, of course.) There was no response until she cried in a common wolf tongue. It was then and there at that very moment that Fallon met one of her dearest friends for the first time—Tikaani, a great black wolf with glowing eyes.

From what I understand, Tikaani wasn’t or isn’t or both a fan of zombies. Not that she fears them, and I daresay she rather enjoys ridding the world of them. It’s their taste and smell that she doesn’t care for. Despite all that, she heroically came to Fallon’s rescue. Once all the zombies were securely dead again as they should be, Tikanni freed Fallon from her bonds, called her an ignoramus and other such things, and was about to disappear once again into the forest until Fallon uttered a single word. Wait.

Fallon explained her situation to the wolf and begged for her help. Tikaani agreed to accompany Fallon on her journey but only if she shared some of the sour cream and onion Pringles that were hidden away in her pack. If it weren’t for the great love Fallon had for her parents, she would have refused.

They’ve been on many adventures since that time, although they have not as yet found those wretched assassins and Fallon’s parents.