Avery is with the other Falcon plus the cub who has no pack at all but is as good as. Since she can't stand with all those she considers allies and friends at once if they insist on scattering themselves about, she essentially herds them together while the howl is still going on. There are the Oracles, two who are just as good as four, really, they can stand right there, and if Baklava Republik would be so good to stand riiiight in this spot, then Avery will be satisfied, and surrounded by brilliant Theurges and terrifying Ahrouns and it's wonderful, really, just wonderful.
She is dressed all in white, her fair hair covered by a white hood, a gold-threaded scarf around her throat, metallic gold gloves upon her hands, a large white bag hung over her shoulder, carrying the bone for tonight's Cracking.
But for the howl, Avery shifts to lupus. Her otherwise pure white fur seems to sheen silver in places where dedicated items rest on her form, but it is a ghostly presence, deceiving to the eye, disruptive to certainty. She howls happily, unable to stop herself despite the fact that the howl does have a distinctly otherworldly, almost sepulchral feel to it tonight. It just pleases her, more than she can quite bear, when they all come together like this.
It's wonderful. Just wonderful.
She is dressed all in white, her fair hair covered by a white hood, a gold-threaded scarf around her throat, metallic gold gloves upon her hands, a large white bag hung over her shoulder, carrying the bone for tonight's Cracking.
But for the howl, Avery shifts to lupus. Her otherwise pure white fur seems to sheen silver in places where dedicated items rest on her form, but it is a ghostly presence, deceiving to the eye, disruptive to certainty. She howls happily, unable to stop herself despite the fact that the howl does have a distinctly otherworldly, almost sepulchral feel to it tonight. It just pleases her, more than she can quite bear, when they all come together like this.
It's wonderful. Just wonderful.
my whole life is thunder.