Bones of our Ancestors

Starling had been waiting for this day, preparing for this day. He had worked endlessly to ensure he was well stocked, and able to handle any battle wound he might face. He had brought the warning of Sin back from Sonticus, and he had been one of those his father had told of the siege. He'd move towards the call with far less confusing and more confidence in what was coming than the rest of the pack, and he would move forward until he could face his father. "Io sono pronto, padre" He said in his soft voice before turning to find a place to seat. Gazing upon his sisters then, he'd smile warmly and, as he trotted passed them, would aim to place a kiss on their skulls. Settling on his haunches in the tall grass, he'd turn his full attention to his father. He wasn't scared, he was ready. He could do it, that he knew. Rare confidence fell from him in waves...he was ready, for once in his life, he was prepared.

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"