Yes, alpha, you call me? Watch me, young wolf, watch me. The wolf unfurls his wings and bends forward, allowing his left wing to hang over the alpha like an umbrella, sheltering from the rain. The fire that burns from your back is the only thing that can drive this rain. Your fire is eternal, it cannot be extinguished. It creates space, creates the universe. Quell this rain and go forth, create the universe. The winged wolf turns to leave, but pauses. Wait, you must know something. What?