Lone Star Mountain We rise and we fall

though he had shown his mirth once or twice before in takiyok's presence, it had been years since he had been driven to laugh. he did so now with a kingly guffaw, and though it was short - but a single bark - the sound brimmed with genuine pleasure, and his eyes had lost their dreary edge. "a she-wolf after my own heart," he announced, dancing on his forepaws and eager to have them moving. "come, let us kill something to celebrate!" the warhound pranced, giving the victress an ungentle nudge, before fleeing as quickly as the slopes would allow towards the unsuspecting sheep below.