This Is The End

"This has got to be a warning, no?" Bancha murmurs to himself as he stares up at the towering spires. "Possibly not a warning, but these weren't here before, were they?" His aqua eyes look to the sky, brow drawing downward in an uncomfortable way. He wasn't one that often scrunched or hemmed and hawed. This happening deserved it. The wolf could tell just by looking at it. Blood-red sky cascading over his surroundings, flooding the air with a stillness that is soon stirred by an eerily delicate wind. Howls that belong to no animal whistle around him, piercing his ears.

The sound forces him to look away from the rising monoliths. "Maybe I should look elsewhere," he doesn't really notice he's murmuring to himself which is new... Paws draw him away from the spires where suddenly the ground is soft and supple. Interesting. Scratching at the dirt, Bancha feels it give way just a bit more. Why did it feel so much different than the ground nearer the metal towers? Wouldn't it be the opposite?

Bancha's attention quickly looks up toward movement nearby. Another wolf, older, looking curiously at the monoliths. "Have you noticed the ground?" Bancha calls out tentatively, head canting for a moment before he goes back to scratch at the dirt where it feels... odd.

BANCHA