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

I am making some liberal PP here, just to wrap this up - Vaati is inactive, and I was given PP permission from Ithrik

he tired of the male's arrogant ramblings. he simply stared -- until vaati finally swung his jaws shut and approached him.

iliksis had been in several scraps in his life where he was at a disadvantage -- vaati towered over him, and as he pulled closer and his shadow fell on the male iliksis felt keenly the difference.

it did not waver his ambition, nor his disdain for the male. vaati was young, and therefore, easily exploitable in iliksis' eyes.

the two clashed in a flurry of fangs and claws, snarls erupting from their wrinkled muzzles. they jawsparred and thrust and parried, a flash of limbs here, a snap of teeth there -- and tufts of fur and far-flung snow riddled the air with their antics.

iliksis believed his success would happen -- until he made the mistake of overstepping a counter, and vaati's teeth suddenly sunk deep within the thick of his neck. unmistakable pain rose and he bucked against his assailant, striving to rid him of his purchase. both were wounded and heavily battered, and blood seeped both of their muzzles and matted their wintry coats in a thick and effulgent crimson hue.

he was flung to the ground by the power of vaati's next blow, defeated -- but ithrik was hot on the male's flank with his rotten teeth scything.

iliksis watched his uncle expertly dominate the juvenile alpha -- a series of quick maneuvers that had the yearling pinned under the dark male's teeth and hopelessly bested. he felt a smugness balm the sting of his own defeat as he looked upon the crushed alpha, and then to his triumphant uncle.

yet the victory they shared was marginal, for a casual sweep of the vicinity showed that none had come to their alpha's aide during his peril. neither iliksis nor ithrik were stupid -- a pack that did not rally to their alpha's side was not a pack worth governing. with a disdainful sneer wrought across his countenance he lifted to his feet and padded sullenly after his uncle.

the two had no place her any longer -- not among weak wolves, nor cowardly ones. they had no succor here, no anchor -- like vagrants they quit the spectral forest, drifting out into the wild unknown in tandem.