GLORY AND GORE

Arrival in the late fall, meant several things, one was that perhaps this was when the lands were at the height of their beauty. The trees were shroud in golden, amber, orange, and violet hues, as the leaves twirled and danced towards the ground in the midst of a gentle cool breeze. The trees danced, their plumes of foliage swaying gently in the mid-day sun, leaves falling into the water of the vast lake with a ripple their only disruption in the placid waters. Occasionally a fish jumped at the leaf, as the tips of the plant dipped into the water, signs that even in the depths of the water, life flourished.

He had arrived within the midst of his siblings, and hadn't been dissapointed in the beauty and complexity of the lands. The home that their father had chosen, the lands that he had moved his pack too were stunning in the glory and splendor, and though they hadn't found their father yet, he was rather enjoying his-self, content to stop and drink in the scenery. As they moved, her occasionally would break from the group, pausing to look at things, before catching up at a brisk pace, this was no exception. He found himself at the edge of the lake, just ahead of his siblings, watching the golden rays of the sun dance on the water before stepping to its edge to take a long drink.

The icy water soothed his throat, quenching his thirst, and once he drank his fill he lifted his head, looking around to see if his siblings had caught up yet. "Vriel?" He spoke into the quiet day, the rumbling baritones of his voice caressing the air as they sought out his sisters ears.