A Story of Marble and Ice

ORWYND
everyone who isn't me is an enemy

The sky was painted orange and black. The air took to it such a deeply biting cold that the wolf could just begin to feel the effects of the seemingly never-ending winter. Orwynd walked along the natural phenomenon that was this godly creation of marble and ice. His eyes took in what they could in the fading sunlight. The last gleams of light reflected off the naturally occurring stone and cast a reflection so entrancing that the wolf had to stop and eye the spectacle. The glow reflected against his fur, illuminating him as well as the ice and snow he stood upon.

A feeling so intense constricted Orwynd’s throat and he released it in a powerful haunting howl. His song carried further in the twilight, washing over the unfamiliar landscape in a tune of fascination and need. The need to share the sight, the need for company. Orwynd may be a self-righteous wolf with no end goal but fulfilling his own selfish desires, but he was a social creature by nature and longed for companionship. The wolf closed his maw with a resounding click from his teeth as he watched the remainder of the sun collapse beyond the horizon. The moonlight was equally as powerful as it rose to its place in the sky. Orwynd continued his stroll down the ancient dry river, his amber eyes working against the rocks and berms to catch the shadow of anyone who may have heard his call.