Strangers Like Me

Tyranis leapt from crag to crag, his expression alert as he made his way down the mountain side. Even though it hadn’t officially become his title-not yet anyway- Tyranis had taken it upon himself to patrol the borders  and check the packs markers. Raanee clung to him loosely as his long legs carried him over the steep drops and sheer cliffs of the maw. Momentarily he wondered why he had never thought of placing his pack on the treacherous terrain, especially when his motivation for taking the north had been to breed stronger wolves. “Not that that worked out either” He thought bitterly and sailed weightlessly to another  cliff. He couldn’t quite explain how he felt living on the Maw, something he hadn’t known before called to him know, a faint whisper on the wind that told him it was where he belonged. If he shut his eyes and focused he could almost make out the cadence of a voice, and hear the faint rolling syllables of words. Was it just the wind? Or was there something to Ruina and its demons?