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

What an eventful week. I cannot say I feel especially bad about taking Moonglow's life, as I said she had everything to lose. I simply understand the pack's grief. It is the end of a dynasty. The end of absenteeism. I move along my boundary lines, looking over the splat of red and the trail it led home as I pass the clearing. It is going to storm soon, I can feel the static in the air of the mountain as it builds to create lightning later. I have never seen it storm on the mountain before. These slopes are singing hollowly as the wind streaks through their rocky waves. With these winds from the south comes a scent I have grown familiar with. The bog will forever be etched in my mind, with its smell and rotting corpses. I curl my lips a bit, though when the spicy scent of Andras begins to grow stronger, I tilt my head. Already this neighbor to the south is coming to visit me. I grin, moving to intercept his path, though he is already ahead of my position. I hear his summoning howl, my tail flicking subconsciously up and my head raising with it.

Thunder rolls overhead, threatening to move over the mountain with pouring rains. Weather was wild here, and followed differing laws from those of the low lands. Storms were faster, sometimes stronger if only for the winds. My ears slide forward as I greet him, halved tail stinging as I give a slow wag. Finally, I do not have the exposed meat on there, finally it is a scar forming scab. I do not speak, having seen the order in Iromar, understanding the way their customs work. Instead I incline my head slightly in greeting, returning to its natural height soon after the gesture was done. He came to my home. He can speak first this time. I do wonder what would have him be so bold to come out here like this. I was to understand that he does not often travel up the mountain, though I suppose those disease spreading wolves of gossip let the word out that I have procured Spirane. I can see every pack land from her heights, from Tavoria to Glorall, Diveen and Iromar, and the great grasslands to the northeast with its rolling hills and wild grasses. I can see most of the loner lands from her peak, and I am thoroughly enjoying the view.

Iromar is a darkened land, the gleaming white sun-bleached bones of their dens shimmering in the sun like polished jewels, the dark of dried and dirty pelts like great tapestries on their dens. I grin as I look to his homeland, then up to mine. But, let him speak first, since he is the visitor here. I sit, looking every bit as regal as I do fierce.

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