Change is inevitable.

Synn watched the years pass by as a flutter of Crow's wings. Within the confines of his Tower, he had constructed himself a throne room from which to gaze over creation from the fringe. Creation was over, and the Ald One was appeased. Yet what little foresight did the One have, for in the wake of the Brethren, even one as powerful as the Ald One would be unable to stop it. Synn presided at his throne and there at was Werewolf by his side enjoying the stroking attention his god has given him as if mimicking the interaction between Dog and Man. Would these mortals too, seek the favour of the gods?

Humans were pitiful creatures, though now more plentiful in numbers, like vermin they spawned themselves and tucked themselves in small spaces in their failure to construct from stone. How they foraged for food, scurrying about from plant to plant for substance in the garden of the gods. They were useless beyond measure, like their own children who suckled upon their creators and could not live without the hand to which would ensure their survival. Synn had given them the right to defy the gods, yet here they were, requiring the graces to survive. They did not revere the gods by choice, but rather by necessity: not out of want to, but need of. Still though, Synn saw them in their primitive dwellings and watched them develop into their social communities. They would need someone to guide them to the beyond, to reach the potential that Synn had saw in them. 

"Go, gather the Brethren before Us, such that We may propose to create a blessed one amongst the Humans so that the chosen one will be the emissary of the Gods." Synn ordered his servitor who barked in subservience before departing from the Pit of Pandemonium to hunt down the quarry requested of his Master. 

Upon all fours in the guise of a wolf did Werewolf run across the span, the fabric of reality served as a pathway for the creature as it traveled across the universe without any apparent physical limitations. As they had broke contact, Synn had retained a portion of Ybris' power over life and as he had collected his gift from Lur as she was now known as, he had instilled in Werewolf a vigorous spark of life such that it could never tire nor be killed without divine intervention. And now his Herald runs to fetch the Gods to audience with Synn. Whichever god saw it first would most likely the first to hear of Synn's request.