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Evening was falling across the dusty ridge. The air was humid and sticky and an ill wind bore the scent of storms that were building on the horizon. Ashiel was examining a peculiar fossil about the size of his paw. It was dark, shiny and looked like a strange horseshoe crab. He had plans he needed to see to and he knew it. He should be preparing a lesson for those in Razi's new pack. He also needed fire. He'd had visions of a purification ritual with which to welcome Razi's new young fulling in the the fallen gods embrace. The trick was how to find it. His eyes watched the lightning dancing across the sky in the distance.  How many steps lay between genius and folly?

"Talk"