10-13-2013, 04:16 PM
Erich Storm's Teeth wears his wolfskin tonight, a big dappled-grey wolf gamboling about on large paws. He mock-races with his packmate on the way here, sometimes surging ahead and sometimes falling behind, sometimes getting sidetracked sniffing some late-season wildflower or other not yet succumbed to the encroaching winter.
Eventually they make it to the appointed spot. Seeing Phoebe and her crew heading over, he gives a little hop on his forelegs, playbowing, romping around them in a close circle before the first of the howls turn his ears and his attention.
Erich-wolf settles a little, then. He sits near Desert Oracle, with shoulder and haunch pressed warmly to Charlotte-wolf. Ears pricked, eyes bright. And when the time comes, the howl that swells in his breast and bursts from his throat is warm, earnest, joyous and full.
Eventually they make it to the appointed spot. Seeing Phoebe and her crew heading over, he gives a little hop on his forelegs, playbowing, romping around them in a close circle before the first of the howls turn his ears and his attention.
Erich-wolf settles a little, then. He sits near Desert Oracle, with shoulder and haunch pressed warmly to Charlotte-wolf. Ears pricked, eyes bright. And when the time comes, the howl that swells in his breast and bursts from his throat is warm, earnest, joyous and full.
BECAUSE OF LIGHT AND DUTY AND REASONS.