Perhaps the clouds would break upon his success and wash away the dirt and blood from his pelt. Or maybe it would be there to dampen his spirits instead.
No.
He thrust that thought far, far away and, steadying himself, roared out another challenge. It seemed to him that these lands were growing familiar with the sound of his voice. Ah, him again, the hills would say, chuckling and yet curious. Well, perhaps this would be the last challenge he would have to utter after this day and the hills could forget his voice once more. Zili would have been glad of that.
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