cantlos, the first moon · claiming howl

OOC: Agwe'un, perhaps? :D


The snap of twigs and rustle of leaves trembled under his light, beige gait as Cuan wound his way up the hill. The forest was alive, it seemed, with nature itself. The trees sung in the wind, and the earth breathed a puff of fresh air across her face to caress the young canine's muzzle. Whatever had led him on this wild goose chase of belonging had finally brought the young male to the doorstep of the forest was now prompting him to listen. With side-turned audits, the wolf began to take in the sounds.. and the sudden cry of a wolf. Abashedly he stepped further as he heard the definite song of a pack. Whoever was leading it was calling all to hear her; and join the ranks of her new group. Immediately two voices echoed her song, strong and confident as they pushed their voice up through the branch. He lowered his eyes in a disserted stare as yet another, deeper howl joined into the chorus. And what compelled him to suddenly throw back his own skull, ears tightly flattened, was the innate nature that all should belong. Cuan's tenor followed suit, joining the sonorous harmony that rung through the trees.