Dale leaned against a large oak tree, the same tree where he had carved his message into a couple nights before. The Rahu's outfit consisted of a pair of cargo pants, and that was pretty much it. His three tattoos were visible; one over his heart, the other on his left shoulder and one across his back. His bare chest also sported a large number of scars, which the Blood Talon bore with pride. Each told a story of its own, from the years of conflict he had survived this far. Claw marks that had branded his flesh, both from battles past and great deeds of Renown.
In that warm, quiet evening in July, the Rahu waited for his brothers and sister to join him at the Tur. That night they would celebrate being the chosen of Fenris-Ur, they would bask in each other's glory and howl at the moon together. They would share war stories, maybe even a drink or two. Together they would howl in unison, loud enough that the Pure across the river would hear them. And in that bone-chilling howl, the Anshega would hear the message loud and clear.
We are here, and we will not surrender.
There was also one order of tribal business that needed to be addressed that evening. Nieves, the young Rahu he had met many months before at this very park, wanted to be Suthar Anzuth. The question remained; would she pass the test? Would she prove to be strong of both body and will? Would she press on, even against overwhelming odds? Would she offer no surrender?
Only she could answer those questions, and prove herself to be worthy of Destroyer Wolf's blessing.
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