Ravensblood Forest scream for me

A smirk appears on his muzzle as his call is returned, turning their music into a game. It lingers in the air between them and he stares up at the sky, as if expecting it to write out before him. His muzzle parts and he is about to make another call when he hears the vice of another in the distance. It has to belong to the one that eerily painted the sky with darker colors. His fur bleeds into the night around them but between the fog and pale moonlight, he can discern him from the shadows.
 
For a long moment, he doesn’t say anything.
 
Eventually, he begins to move to close the distance, curious to see what the night has dug up from the grave this night. Arlo lifts his nose and releases a deep, throaty howl even if he’s already found his companion.