Ankyra Sound don't let your head hang low, you've seen the darkest skies i know

@Caiaphas post-dated by a week ahead :)

the nearby hallooing of a great grey owl had a child astir. lycaon sat bolt upright, peering wide-eyed from behind the undisturbed forms of his brother and sister. the drone of crickets that soothed him to sleep each night had ceased their symphony. 

hoo-ha-hoo hoo-hoo

jostling over wylla, the pup loomed up to the mouth of the den, emerging halfway into the crepuscule with uncertainty dwelling on his footfalls. he waited in earthed silence, listening raptly as his eyes stared up the mighty boughs that encircled the swath of the haunt -- looking for the creature that flocked from the paleface of the moon, tucking himself away in a secret place amongst the cathedral's breathing pillars. in the twilight the leaves were unblinking eyes and they unnerved him, followed him. he shrank back and looked behind at the motionless outline of Lusca and Wylla and Ingram, feeling apprehensive of the prospects he was up against, and unattended at that.

whoooo whoooooo

or maybe not unattended? the sound renewed from the gathering gloom of nightfall, causing the boy to snap his head back to the fore. toddling into the clearing, he planted himself on his quarters in a puddle of moonlight, tail gently whumping against the humus. "hoo..." he attempted to reproduce the unique sound, and was met with discouraging silence. but moments later, hoo-ha-hoo hoo.. "hwoo ha hoo!!" lycaon crooned again, excitement swimming in his gaze's benthal blue.

"hwoo.. hoo-oooooooo!" the pup tipped his head back and began to howl. it was a weak and inexperient note, but it was his and he would come into it as he would come into himself.