The molten flame blends into the dim light of the sun's setting. Kadzait raises her head and howls. [/i]Oh, Twilight, what will we do?
Never before has a Moonless Meeting brought such distress and death to the wolven forest. Liquid flame explodes from Firerocks, and with it, an impenetrable union of smoke and ash that appeared and shadowed the sun, flooding the mountains with fear. A plethora of wolves claim to be sighting nightmarish shaodws that walk amongst the rotting death and burning flame, bringing with them more of it.
"Death will flow
So crush the flame
Don't be so slow"
"Teeth will tear
And claws will clash
Amidst the flare
And the ash"
"And seven will be born
And even more pelts
Will be torn"
Only the greedy can be led here. These barren lands hold no hope for ever getting to the Twilight Realm. The wolves that inhabit these lands are doomed to wander forever, calling for their loved ones, and living in the Withering. But there are a select few who can see the living...
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