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

The war had excited him. It was terrifyingly thrilling. The cacophony of snarling rage and the smell of blood had his fur standing on end like the build up of electricity that preceded an imminent lightning strike. Seeing his packmates battle had even encouraged him out from the shadows to try his own teeth when an opportunity, with the odds stacked in his favor, presented itself. But the storm had not ended in their favor and Euron found himself lost in the aftermath and nursing a savage headache.

Sickened by the throb in his temple and sleep deprived, the boy was not stealthy at all in his approach. He was despondent and weary, his steps heavy and clumsy as he forced himself forward, dropping his rear into the snow near to his siblings. Euron felt as though he was floating, and all that was said seemed to come from somewhere far away like a distant echo. He squinted and strained to listen. Though he heard it through a peculiar haze, he was able to hear enough.

"Fight!" He wanted to holler, but his distant expression was unchanging and he could move neither his lips nor his tongue. "Rip his tail off!" He tried again, addressing the black wolf for whom he had a strange affinity, and not his older brother for whom he had no particular care. But still, nothing came out. Euron felt as though he could do nothing at all. Like he was frozen in time. Forced to watch but unable to participate as he stared rigidly ahead.