Oh dear, though the clouds are mostly shielding us from the horror of the thing, it seems that terrible outer wolf-things are intent on killing the moon, and leaving us beneath its bloody remains.
Yes, I like it too.
That reminds me of one of the signs of Ragnarok in the old Norse myths: 2 huge wolves running in the sky eat both the sun and the moon.
There's also the Fimbulwinter (not "a", like the pale copies we sometimes get nowadays), it lasts something like 3 winters together (or maybe more? Anyways, Winter is Coming).
And parents kill children, children kill parents, siblings kill siblings, and relatives are the usual pain in the ass.
Considering some of the things that have happened as of late around here I think it's time to start climbing Yggdrasill and find shelter from Surtr's flames...