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"Who are you?" Aldebaran raised an eyebrow as the golden wolf lowered his head in respect. The rain has moved into a drizzle but even drenched in the night, the young male appeared to be shining as brightly as the rising sun that rose in the East each day, the rays peeking out among the mountain peaks. 

"Solas," his tone was soft, a mere whisper of the wind but full of steel. "I have come from the East." 

"A fitting name indeed," Alberon smirked before nodding to the male. "Join me then, Solas of the East, for every night sky must give way to dawn."