Sun Mote Copse these hard times can last us so very long

arunik'ra savored the joy that emanated from asherah -- it lifted her heart to see her packmate so jubilant, so happy. she smiled and considered -- eshamun was certainly a worthy enough figure to have a landmarkk dedicated to her, though arunik'ra was hesitant to christen the mountain in a mortal's name lest it gain molech's eye. she thought back to the land of her childhood, surrendal.

"well, there were many - there was the rise of elulim, a gently sloping plains. there was etal's zenith, the largest spire in surrendal. at the foothills there was ahtepsun's grave, named for the wolves that were felled there in a war long ago. too dark a name for this place, i fear -- perhaps it needs a name from the stories. lets see - there were three rams made by molech, jahangir, bhatia, and sitar'ra. they carried the fire, the light."