Moksha

Morning spilled rosy light over the lip of the sunken volcano and across Duvká's resting form.  He sighed for a moment, right paw reaching to hide his eyes but he knew it was time for him to begin the day… truely he should've been up and traveling before dawn's first light even broke but yesterday had been taxing. The climb up to the ring over slick and treacherous rocks had taken some careful navigation and it was a learning process for Duvká.  He was used to the flatter tundra.

Slowly he'd remove his paw, blinking at the sun as he'd move to start his prayers, whispering softly on the wind as he hoped for a fruitful days journey.  Blood red eyes would peer down into the frozen pool at the rings center as he began the decent.  This place was unlike any he'd seen and it spoke of strangeness and mysticism.  Duvká planned to reach the center and meditate upon the place for awhile.  Perhaps then he'd acquire a direction.

"Speech"