Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

Mid-step, the man froze as the first howl pierced the air – a far-reaching, almost otherworldly, sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Before long, other voices responded to its joyous call. At first, a cacophonous mixture of noise, but each individual cry quickly melted together to create a melodious symphony that echoed across the lands. 

Among them, he swore he recognised some familiar voices; Rannoch and Liffey had told him they would be here. His ears pricked, swivelling in all directions as he strained to pinpoint exactly where they had come from. However, with the chorus as large as it were, his endeavour was fruitless. A lone wanderer though he were, Fergus still missed his siblings, and longed to be amongst familiar faces. 

As the wolves of the Wilds sung their song to the moon, the Frostfur felt his spirit stir. Without hesitation, he threw back his head to add his own melody – an all-at-once blend of elation, excitement, as well as serving as a beacon for his siblings, hoping to reunite with them once more.