Sunday Night, The Preserve

[notrestingyet]

Samuel was having a blast. The preserve was full of tasty tasty snacks game, and even if he kept having to remember that the deer were Off Limits, there were still plenty of rabbits. His wolf was happy to run and chase and catch, and he was happy to let it. This was much better than standing in front of Congress in a suit. He understood the

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[kestrelswolf]

Sometimes even Fight Club wasn't enough to help run off excess energy, which is why there were two other wolves in the preserve at the moment, though only one of them was actually wolf shaped.

Said wolf-shaped wolf was now sniffing the air curiously, and then stopped to let out an inquiring howl.

[notrestingyet]

Somewhere nearby, a wolf-shaped man howled back, a note of curiosity in the tone.

[kestrelswolf]

Firekeeper shared a glance with Blind Seer. In all their time here, no one had ever howled back.

"Who goes there?" Firekeeper demanded in a howl of her own. It's possible she may have become just a little bit possessive of the preserve after nine moonspans.

[notrestingyet]

Samuel howled back his identity, with the underlay that meant he was a lone wolf and wanted no trouble.