07-19-2013, 09:08 PM
A single howl adds itself to the chorus. The man is there, quite obviously, for the same reason the others were. Dressed in denim and leather, bare toes gripping the soil as he made his way toward the singing. Its exactly the same way he appears in the umbra, his tall, wiry frame twisting its way through the gauntlet in this place, then stretching, limbs growing longer, body widening to tree-trunk width. And the hair, the massive afro becoming a mane of shaggy fur. Afro Daddy points his muzzle skyward and lets loose with a single confident howl, adding his power in with the others.