Thunder Dome Satisfy

Warbone had returned to find things entirely different than he had expected, though he felt foolish now for even having them. Now he needed to be very careful about what he did next, and the thought of the tediousness of what was to come loomed dauntingly ahead of him, urging the bullheaded wolf to turn back. But he had not earned his title from being unable to achieve his goals, and his was a quest of the heart— not of ambition— which made it truer to him than any other cause he had ever sought to devour before. It was the reason he'd die for it.

He was perched high on the Thunder Dome, overlooking his once-kingdom and imagining himself among the familiar trees and hovels he had before scouted through, choosing himself as sacredland. It was quieter up here, save for the wind, and when Warbone stopped looking down, he was gazing at the long afternoon sky— wondering when the storm he smelled on the horizon would break.