Moonspear the night's watch

Along the borders, he heard the call raise up—how hard it was to believe that so much time had truly past. But there had been many eventful things to fill that time with, both good with the bad.

Dirge listened for a spell as other voices raised in and with the mix, and then lent his own to the chorus. Unavoidable, really; this was truly something to celebrate even if he did not want to believe it himself. His children were children no more, and their contributions to the pack would only grow from there.