Sun Mote Copse gunship politico

archiving! congrats friends, we did it <3

their calls filled the night air, booming along the gentle wind in confident, haunting tones. many voices twined as one. a primeval, commanding chorus at once both beautiful and terrible.

their howls would fill more than the night; it would fill the copse, the hinterlands -- perhaps even reach the shore.

all would know of their claim, and all would obey it.