Noctisardor Bypass is the rise of an eastern sun going to be good for everyone?

So, they had lost their great war. Truth be told, Ithrik could not have cared any less. He had no attachment to the wolves of the wild wood, nor their ideals. He had entered the territory in search of a hunt, and he had not yet been disappointed. The wolves of the Teekon Wilds were nothing in comparison to those of the home land. They were comfortable, fearless in their efforts to lead a contented lifestyle. There had never been a better place for the vile hound to reap. The devil found himself enthralled with the wilds and the possibilities that she had opened for him.

A familiar voice trailed against the wind and twisted through the hound's stiff ears. His leathery lips curled in a grotesque smile at the thought of being reunited with his nephew. Seeing how the Blackfeather pack had lost their war, Ithrik wondered how Iliksis had fared in his own battle. With the reminder of where they had hailed from, the devil was most positive that there would be no signs of failure.

Setting his course to intercept the dark youth, Ithrik slunk like a fox. His frame swayed with each step of his limber legs until he had settled his gaze on the shape of a damaged Iliksis. Surprise! The hound's eyes widened with a flash of shock before he found himself swelling with a dangerous pride. Perhaps the young wolf had not done as well as Ithrik had anticipated. It would be fun to share his success with the defeated boy. The patchwork brute lingered in his place for a moment before he closed the space between them and released a raspy breath in greeting.

“Tsk, tsk,” he chirped coldly. “What have you gotten yourself into, sweet boy?” As he inquired this, the older male's eyes roamed over his nephew's battered figure and settled on the gash in his shoulder. While Ithrik had been victorious in his own small battle, he bore the wounds and flesh tearing marks of a stranger's teeth against his own soft skin – but nothing like Iliksis.