Add it to The Burning Pile

Tarnish gave up. The fuck did he care what the spires were about? It wasn't like he could stop them or prevent the red sun rising, or the weird way prey was behaving. He'd done what he could within his control and now fate would cast the bones to fall as they would. Tarnish didn't have the energy to rage against what would be. Instead he gave the strange going on's a wider berth. Perhaps he'd wander back at a later date but for now it was someone else's problem.

Eager to get his mind off the eerie changes in the world he headed to the Battlefield. Clouds dragged across the red sun, painting the sky in deeper shades. He heard a call for a challenge and stalked toward it, his form a dark shadow on the land with the only hint o flight reflecting off his eyes. He arrived to see a red-pelted yearling and he grinned, white teeth creeping over his lips. "And what do we have here? Which pack are you supposed to be from?"