To condemn a man

Helios did not like the field, it carried too much blood, too many memories. Still he knew he had to travel them from time to time. Wolves often put themselves up for claiming and Pantheon would not flourish if it was left to stagnate. New blood would be necessary at all times and the lands they had chosen didn’t exactly lend itself well to encourage others to search them out; blocked as they were by the ocean and the rivers. So the russet man made the long trek to the field.

Ears were cocked, turning with each noise. It seemed the field was never really empty, calls always going out for fights. A sigh filled his chest, why the wolves of these lands could not just make peace he did not know. Deep ruby orbs roved over the horizon, landing upon the form of another wolf. There had been no call though, whoever this boy was he had not actively sought to make his presence known. Helios approached with caution, tail high over his rump and head held high in sign of his position. The man stopped some distance away but assured that he would not be missed. No words passed from black lips but he watched. 

 

"Burn Baby Burn"