Thunder Dome Thunder Bringer

Earlier in the day, Hex had been muzzle-deep in the body of a mountain hare, looking for answers, when a particularly bold crow swept down and stole a piece of gut straight from the carcass. He watched as the corvid flew away, intestine trailing from its beak like a gaudy bit of pink ribbon. 

Thinking this a kind of omen, he followed. 

The Seer had been grappling with various emotions and thoughts over the past moon. The taking of Alasdair for a warrior; the closeness of Muskrat and Golden Eagle; the great hulking men who now called this place home. 

He felt he walked a fine line, commanding authority over them. How easy it would be to cast the shadow aside —

Before he knew it, Hex had lost complete track of the bird and now found himself upon the mountain that loomed over the Ridge. And as he fretted over behemoths in his own ranks, here one came straight up the path, headed his way.