The altar

Xairo stood back from the cliff's edge, watching his brother with careful attention. As the sun crept higher, its pale light illuminated the altar site they had chosen. Xairo could see now why this spot was perfect - the natural stone formations created a sort of platform, elevated and exposed to the elements. It was a place of raw power, where the forces of nature converged. It needed some work, but it wouldn’t take much. Just some tidying up and rearranging.

Impatient to begin, Xairo took a step toward Zagan, looking to capture his brother’s attention. “This location feels right.” Xairo mumbled while scanning the cliffside clearing, his mind already envisioning the altar they would construct here. A few large boulders could be shifted into place to form the main platform. Smaller stones, worn smooth by wind and rain, would be arranged in a sacred geometric pattern around the edges.

He could almost feel the energy thrumming through the earth beneath his paws, a subtle vibration that resonated deep in his bones. This was a place of power, and it was all theirs.

"Xairo Saxe"