Flycatcher Downs godling

a cold gust tore along waving throngs of tall silkgrasses, and the downs shivered in overcast bask. stigmata took advantage of the sunless day for contemplation - leaving the confines of bearclaw as he began to prepare himself mentally for the toil he was soon to place upon himself.

he was conflicted; mostly because he felt both grave about his decision as well as excited for the prospects it might bring him. it had been months now since he had donned any sort of power, and  the former dragoon was starting to feel eager to have it again. he was close... and yet... the wolf sighed, lifting his chin as he came to stand at the edge of the field, casting his eyes out over the prairie below.

@Rosemallow