Descensum Altar

Things were happening in the lands. Whether they were good or bad, he didn't know. He was tired. Aging. Old as dirt just about, and still lonely as ever. Peering up at the statue, the old Wreckage male considered his options here. Finan had recently joined the pack he was in. His nephew beginning to flourish now that there was stability. They had both had it rough since their family's pack fell and Finan's parents killed themselves. Or so that's what he'd been told. Finan didn't seem to believe that it wasn't done intentionally...but Cloud didn't really care about what happened to anyone from that side of the family. He had little connection there with them. He pulled from his back, the hide of a piebald moose. It had been one helluva hunt, but with some help, had managed to get the job done. Wrapped in the pelt were the massive antlers of said moose, and with care, he placed the wrapped bundle at the base of the statue. He had never really dealt with Gods and the like before but...if Demons existed, so too, would Gods...right? And although his beliefs were skewed and unsure, he supposed he was looking for some sort of something to believe in...