October: Opening Howl / Inner Sky

[Damon]

Somewhat late to the gathering, skidding in on large paws just as the howl begins to lift from one, two, a multitude of throats: an Erich-wolf, shaggy and thick-furred with the encroaching cold. He stands beside his sister, whose size is smaller, whose blood is purer, whose fur isn't nearly the mishmash of greys and blacks and whites that Erich's is. No; Charlotte is pure white, pure silver. They are different as can be in lupine form, but in homid you would think them brother and sister even were you human.

Never mind. None of that matters. They stand together, and together with their Sept. They howl.