Sun Mote Copse gunship politico

woot!! howl time!

arunik'ra tended to her bloodied limbs, licking each with a thorough passion as she awaited her packmates to eat their fill. they gorged, and even then the violent rise of red meat was still plentiful -- they would return to that site for days to come and not be left wanting.

once she saw each had devoured to their content, arunik'ra rose to place herself behind her sister. she canted back her slender head and at first a gentle, timorous song rang from her cupped lips; as the pitch grew higher the tone grew fevered -- until her song was so immense with claim and power that it could be heard by nearly all within the realm.