Snowforest Taiga mangosteen

while the alpha female of dragonspine trembled her last beneath the guardian's body of her mate, the dreamer cried aloud.

he did not think he had ever seen the golden threads of a wolf die. of course in his hunting he had quieted the filaments himself, but it was nothing like this.

the entire mountain seemed to darken with death, and tears poured down the dreamer's face as he felt the horrible ache in his own chest.

somewhere upon the taiga, the dreaming man watched the gilded skeins pulse once more and then fade to an eternity of blackness, and he wept aloud to see it happen.