Brisk autumn winds pulled in around the Trafjan Cliffs along with the impending night. These impenetrable mountains were home to the Soarin, the Sky Wolves, a race of beings that resembled upright wolves with thick manes of varied colour, sleek lion like tails and enormous feathered wings. From their city could be seen the smoke of hundreds of cooking fires, now lifted into the air in white wisps. The seasonal Eternal Hunt had come back as a success and the young Soarin were pronounced victorious by their leader, Entellion. When the cheering subsided, the feast began and the celebration proceeded.