The Haze of Malaise

There was a notable chill in the wind and although it was winter there was something abnormal about the chill. Álarr smiled softly at Hattori's question. "Perhaps praying was a poor choice of words on my part. We have no gods as a whole. There are some in the pack that have their beliefs and say this is a sign of Ragnorok, of the end of times." Álarr sat down, his tail wrapping elegantly around his paws. "Perhaps they are right. I believe in no such things as gods per se. But that said I have no explanation for this." He could come up with theories but had no practical way to test them. It could be the world had shifted in some way and in doing so lost the sun. Perhaps the shift in position and light was responsible for the mushrooms and crystals and even the fact that the moon seemed perpetually full. He really couldn't say. "What of Ashen?"