Blue evening by calm waters

[Skoll]

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Here you go, thanks again for recovering the awesomeness that is this table. Skoll is shifted, by the way. The chirping of night insects had just begun, while the sedate flow of the Yawrah offered melodic backround for their chorus, and the hazy blue of early twilight descended upon the territory. It was in the midst of this tranquility that Skoll arrived, eager to see this place after his time away. He had traversed it many times, and he missed the sounds and smells it possessed on autumn evenings, like this one. The warrior was fraught with worries and concerns...both for true and imagined responsibilities. He was weighed down by a dozen perceived failings, but it was during times like this, when surrounded by the serenity of nature, that he could sort through these feelings. Hurting those kids was wrong, but I didn't have a choice. Their mother raised them to think they could take down any adversary, they had no common sense. Their siblings didn't even try to get them away from me. Neither older brother was willing to accept responsibility, and so I was landed with that impossible decision. Treat them as enemy combatants, or die because the older coyotes were going to use them to slow me down. That was how he perceived the events, anyway. He could imagine how the mouthy one he'd met must view it all, but simultaneously he knew that if he'd had his 'druthers, he'd have left after making sure the very first learned to leave w0lf pups alone. In the heat of battle, survival came first, and with his brain so used to analyzing outcomes in such encounters, he had predicted that the unspoken social law protecting youths(which the coyotes had already syntax error'd themselves) was going to be used against him. The rest was history...he had hurt the kids minimally at first, but when they didn't back off and their brothers made no effort to make them, the desperation and righteous outrage had driven him into the peak battle frenzy that he--and apparently the eldest brother--could achieve. The kids had been hurt, as had the adults, and Skoll had fared no better. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written.

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