Moonsong Glacier smile like a loaded gun

no lonely threads on Fallen's watch!

His back popped as he woke, having slept on it incorrectly.

A stretch, a yawn, and off the silent sunset trod. There were women to protect, borders to mark, prey to hunt - a man's job was never done, and as much as Fallen Sun was a pup at heart, Work came before play. 

Even if it hurt to think about, truly - who wanted to work when Play was so much more fun?