Rise

So late... sorry everyone...

It was their time. Their moment. At first is was quiet... but the sound soon crescendoed into a roar. Tonravik's call caused the mountains to quake with the echos of her voice, and it was quickly joined by others, some near - some far, to create a haunting choir of enigmatic howls, rifting together into the spectral evening.

Tuwawi listening. Her response had already been decided. As she lifted her head, and tilted back her crown, she thought only Tartok. Her howl, raspy and high pitched, joined its brothers' and sisters', as her heart swelled with something that could only be described as pride.