Lone Star Mountain Who called me by my name and ran

omg ew this post is terribad -- but i just needed to throw something up for you before i go!

Though he had not been born to palisades, and had never discovered salvation among their heights before, Warbone suddenly found himself with a sense of peace— high and betwixt the stone crags— that he simply could not find at sea level. The air, thin and whipping, distracted him, forced him to take deeper breaths and reflect further on the farce that had become his life. It was harder to convince himself now that he was someone else; that he was Warbone, and not some aging, one-eyed loon.

A scent touched him, lifting him from a rest that refused to turn to sleep, and beckoning him to follow. The titan, all copper and steel and solemn menace, followed the scent further up, picking his way along carefully until he could see through his half-lidded eye that a small she-wolf loomed ahead. She was looking out over a level outcropping, and before he drew any closer, he chuffed for her attention.