Wollfen looked up into the starry sky as the moon cast its own glow over all, it was still full as it approached its zenith above. Raven stood next to him looking on as Ironside began the ceremony. Wollfen looked back at him and regarded the unusual clothing he was wearing, it was very strange compared to the usual garb the Nightclans wore which was a usual mix of slacks and long sleeved tunics and boots. On his head Ironside had a bears skin head and skull with some of its fur hanging down the back, there was some sort of leather shoulder protection on one side only, a strap going under his opposite arm to hold it on. He was bare chested and wore a furred loincloth, last but not least some heavy fur boots that traveled halfway up his calves. He had a staff with a small fire burning at the top and held it forward as he began to speak, his voice bellowing out into the still night air,“In ages past the clans walked this land taking what it needed and bleeding into the soil in return. We took furs from the animals to protect us from the cold.
