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

Already there is another scent on my borders, and I am more than happy to oblige the singing summons that the stranger makes. My tall form moves with stunted grace, still new to the rocky layout of my new home. No doubt the mountains are not for weaker creatures, there are no breaks here in this harsh landscape. There is not a hint of prey up on the peaks or in the halls of the mountain, the animals we hunt stick to the tree line. But, I am willing to let others try and live in my pack. I did not take the mountain to simply live in it alone.

I had hoped the pack would be understanding of the take over, but the ex-alpha pair died on me. Had Moonglow been healthy as she seemed, she would still be standing here. It was time for her to fall. She chose to continue rather than simply submitting to me, and it cost her the life she led for so long. If the wolves here do not understand it is kill or be killed in the mountains, so be it. They will find out for themselves what it means to truly have to survive. To truly have to work for what they wanted.

I need strong wolves. Others who seek to take weakness out at its root, and finally make wolves strong again. It is time for a new movement, and perhaps time for new blood on the mountain. I have cleared away most of the old roots here, something I am not particularly proud of, but of course I cannot abide mutiny. Those who were wise got out before I came home, those who lingered would promptly be shown that I will not tolerate insubordination. I am a fair leader, but a strict one. I want to know those I will come to care for, but if they hold onto their pasts so tightly I cannot make a dent in them. I move toward the summoning call, quite surprised to see a white female upon my boundary.

I take in her stance, the way her icy pools look over the mountain. I present myself to her, showing her that I am the one she seeks with a raise of my head. "Hello, stranger. You have found yourself at the base of the mountain, Spirane, and at the border line of the pack who resides within these harsh slopes." My reflective pink gaze shines on her, showing just how her smaller frame looks to me. My scarred visage must be off putting, but unless she means to do me harm, or challenge my right to rule - a right I have killed for - then she will come to no harm. "What is your name and purpose here?" I ask it in a softer tone, my voice more like honey than its usual venom notes. She seems fit to live here within the confines of stone. Perhaps, she will chose to stay.

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