Die with a smile

What in the hell was going on. Zagan hadn’t slept at all that night- the convulsing tremors radiating from the earth kept him awake, trying to instill fear in the boy but all he felt was irritation. If he didn’t sleep, he couldn't see his mother in his dreams. Perhaps she would have had some information about the oddities occurring in the world, given she lived in the spirit realm. Perhaps he could ask her later that night. Because his curiosity increased when dawn broke, revealing a blood-stained sky after a starless night.

Mother Absinth called her brood together, wanting to investigate the source of the events- a new territory that had appeared in the West, which had wolves from all over the continents gravitating to it. As if by some celestial, magnetic force. Zagan wasn’t the type to be left behind- he wanted to witness it for himself - so he left with Absinth and his siblings, traveling to the prominence and arriving just as the sun started ascending higher in the sky. But it did little to mute the blood-red color that consumed the heavens, which added to the domain's ominous aura.

Absinth gave the ‘ok’ to investigate, and Zagan didn’t hesitate to proceed. He headed inward, toward the heart of the prominence, stopping to inspect the towering spears. Some of them had odd carvings etched into the stone- contorted, terrified faces of creatures he did not recognize. His pelt bristled out of reflex, a sense of alarm ringing in his mind but he did not stop. Moving from spire to spire, he started to conduct a count of the structures, to see how many of them had faces carved into them.

"Zagan Saxe"