Hello.
Your voice is quickly drowned out by those of your pack. Sergi, then Marco, Ed, Elma, Marta, Nikolas, Addie, Terry... pretty soon you can't even tell who's howling. That, of course, is the point. This isn't individuals calling to individuals. It's a pack greeting another pack... and maybe showing off a little bit in the process.
We're together, we're strong... and this land is ours.
The howls of the two packs tangle together, discordant yet still hauntingly beautiful. And then, just as it becomes truly deafening — a blitz of life, will, and wolf, so loud there is no hope of hearing the moon over it all — they stop.
"Wow," Marco mutters, his human voice small and strange in the suddenly eerily quiet car. "You think there's a psychic human somewhere nearby who's just losing their mind right now?"
"Humans can't hear howls," Ed mutters.
A good thing too. You don't think many cars would have stayed on the road if the drivers were suddenly subjected to the voices of sixty werewolves.
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