Light 'Em Up!!

Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

I watch the event take place from far off, not wishing to intrude as Moonglow and her mate pass. Perhaps, I could have been a bit softer on her, but I could not risk another pride shattering loss. Looking back now, I should have at least given her a way to perish later, now there will be wolves out for vengeance. I move along the trail I have found in the mountain's rocky face, my scratched forelimb and hind limb moving as they should, and an odd sort of vitality rushes over my frame. I suppose it happens when there is no worry of an opponent coming back for their throne. Now, I simply have to watch for those torn by her unfortunate inability to submit. I make my way further into the peaks of Spirane, interested in the way the mountain has made natural caverns and tunnels, but I do not get as far into them as I want before the first war cry is sung. I sigh, pausing in my steps, my tail lashing hard enough to make it twinge as I turn.

I understand anger at the loss of those we love, but confronting a wolf who is almost always hungry for battle is just not a great idea. I do not know the wolves here as well as I want to, and unfortunately, this wolf who calls me out now is here to get his pound of flesh. I am sure of this, it is what I would do if I had lost a loved one. It is to be expected of those loyal. No matter the circumstance, I make my way back to find the brown and gold wolf she had seen in passing at the group around Moonglow. For the first time, I am able to ignore the painful throbbing of my tail, my reflective pink gaze searching his posture to see just what kind of angry he is. It would seem I have struck a nerve.

When I enter the clearing, the male bears his fangs, fur bristling along his spine, even his eyes hold that certain madness brought on by grief. She had been someone close to him, I am guessing. My own eyes hold a hard and cold glint in them as I stare at him, watching him as I come to stand before him. Our heights are not so different, sizes nearly the same though he is a bit slimmer than I am. "Do I get to explain or do you simply want to attempt what you appear bent on attempting?" My tone is cool when I speak to him, holding a calm that is usually only found when one is peaceful. I never take my eyes off of his body, watching him for any sign that he will move against me. Do not make me have to make an example of you, boy, please?

A constellation of tears on your lashes
Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes
In the end everything collides
My childhood spat back out the monster that you see