Wandering through his own land, Coinneach is startled by a mystifying discovery. The howls of the night always struck a certain chord with him, but now they coalesce into outright song. Taken from his village into the throes of revolution, "Neach" will face fear, love, and curiosity head-on, or be forced to deal with the consequences of inaction. Because although the meadowlark sings a serendipitous song, the winds of crowns and wolves are often much louder.