07-21-2013, 02:35 PM
Thomas arrives at the park in homid and weaves his way deeper into the park quickly. There is a sense of barely contained energy about him, threatening to spill at any second into action. Once he's satisfied he's gone far enough into the park he shifts to lupus and runs toward Phoebe's singing.
He arrives at the gathering panting, but slightly calmer than he entered the park. His fur is black along the line of his back and the top of his head and there is a black masking on his face, but there is white fur under his chin and muzzle, extending downward into his chest. His flanks are mottled black and white, giving the appearance of dark grey only from significant distance.
The few people he's met so far are acknowledged, but he makes no move to join anyone. Instead, he waits, attention almost entirely on Phoebe and her singing. That attention breaks as they slip across the Veil and he catches sight of the assembled spirits. It takes a moment for him to ease regarding the spirits with wonder and curiosity, to return his attention to Phoebe and her singing.
And then they are invited to join her and his world becomes howling - Phoebe's howling, his howling, their howling. He may not be standing in a knot with his pack, or even with the rest of Thunder's Children here, but while they are howling, for the first time since he's come here, he is one with them. For tonight, that is enough.
He arrives at the gathering panting, but slightly calmer than he entered the park. His fur is black along the line of his back and the top of his head and there is a black masking on his face, but there is white fur under his chin and muzzle, extending downward into his chest. His flanks are mottled black and white, giving the appearance of dark grey only from significant distance.
The few people he's met so far are acknowledged, but he makes no move to join anyone. Instead, he waits, attention almost entirely on Phoebe and her singing. That attention breaks as they slip across the Veil and he catches sight of the assembled spirits. It takes a moment for him to ease regarding the spirits with wonder and curiosity, to return his attention to Phoebe and her singing.
And then they are invited to join her and his world becomes howling - Phoebe's howling, his howling, their howling. He may not be standing in a knot with his pack, or even with the rest of Thunder's Children here, but while they are howling, for the first time since he's come here, he is one with them. For tonight, that is enough.