Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

The many voices had been filling the air for a while now, and Glaukos had not yet added his own to the mix. The pull was strong, but he was busy with his work — his patrol, and his guarding of Sialuk's sleeping place — which required all of his focus. He was more frustrated by the ongoing noise than anything; surly, as per usual.

The cacophony seemed to get louder and more complex as it went on, and by the time it was a wailing of voices he was outright livid that it had not yet ended. With a grunt he lifted his own chin and was prepared to shout about it (something like shut up, you idiots!
—but in the end, his deep, crackling voice erupted in song to add a bit of edge to the rest.