Luneshale Pass fifty-first

The whole of Akashingo gathered for a feast this night, under the open sky above, brightened by a streak of vibrant and abundant stars. 

Naberius is quiet as he sat and watched them. Each wolf shuffling about the metaphorical game board. Some whispering, some casting longing eyes or searching for those they secretly longed for. Then his eyes befell their visitor- golden blonde and striking, as she wears one of his favorite colors on a woman. At her side, a daughter. Naberius' heart stirs as he thinks of his sisters and of the daughters he one day will have. 

Time here in the south would surely be eventful. Who would be Pharoah? Would the loosers of this little game revolt? What would be the aftermath? So much tea! Naberius sipped, drinking every bit of it in.