The age of wolf is over
Steel blue eyes scanned the horizon for signs
Steam rising from calcified nostrils
The echo of a tremor underneath his soles
The dragons are awakening

They are dreaming of eternal ice still
Ice not so eternal anymore
That time when a 3000 meter thick sheet of frozen elementals
Was gliding like high pressure clingfilm
Over the rough hunchbacks of the the dragons

Their nostrils hidden underneath hills They are so old that they spend eons growing into mountains
And eons more being ground down by wind and water and ice
But now, but now they are stirring
The dragons
The age of wolf is over