Lone Star Mountain graustufen

another long shadow moved across the cinder tower, blackening the moon-washed gravel as it passed. this one was stigmata, a wolf deposed and now more brooding and imperious than before. for the barest of moments he had questioned his standards, wondered if perhaps he had been unreasonable, and therefore wrong.

but such doubts had left him by now. he felt too unburdened to imagine that his leaving the former bearclaw wolves had been a mistake. it was easy enough to convince himself of this, especially since the only thing he seemed to have any time to think about these days was keeping his own belly full.

he perked up at the echo of a CLACK! as two rams met horns somewhere in the slopes above him. their scent eluded him at present, but he followed the sound readily enough, pausing only when he noticed a tall, wolfish figure in the distance that seemed to be angled in that same general direction.