you & me are always gonna be magnetic

A wave of sullen eeriness cascaded not only over the land just outside the border, but extending to the far reaches of the horizon. The sun, normally a fleck of gold in a blue sky, now hung large and red. Vehement and menacing, daring any to doubt its wrath. That alone would be enough to terrify anyone, especially after a full night of pure darkness and trembles that shook the very ground they walked on. How could one explain this sudden phenomenon if not for the gods beginning a war in the heavens?

Gods or not, something was amiss and the boy was determined to find out what. Not a look over his shoulder at the pack territory as he trailed through the sparsely grown pines. He noticed how the animals had seemed to scatter, appearing as if only wolves now roamed the lands. It was a peculiar feeling. Being so alone and yet, always feeling like someone was watching from a distance. Internally, he tells himself to stay calm, keep his breaths even, his heart rate down as he travels south, following the rest.

Just when his paws begin to tire to the point of exhaustion, black, pointed tips rise over the nearest crest of a hill. His steps falter slightly, if only for a moment in hesitation. What was he looking at? That brief thought of exhaustion wipes from his body, a new surge of energy propelling him forward to the top of the knoll where he finally stops to see what had occurred seemingly over night.

"Whoa," Maelstrom whispers, his eyes going wide with awe.

"Maelstrom"