Rise

On the winds, there was change. Change that rooted him to Silvertip Mountain, unable to break free of its bouldered antechambers. He wandered, picking apart his new home in avid captivation. That is, until he heard the call – the one he had been waiting for. Tonravik's assertion shook him – made his very foundation disintegrate beneath the weight of what was occurring. Vehiron scrambled his way to the Alpha's location, ravenously seeking touch with a jaunty whine. Trading scents, they were one, as they would all soon be. He did the same with Kaniq, if he allowed it. He ceased his groveling before joining them in tune. His ululation was not as low in pitch as either of them, but it would do. He sung of Tartok's formation...and its beautiful time to come.