Hideaway Strath Ours

Just a single howl round!

Their ranks had grown, their claim had strengthened, and Phox knew it was time. It was a warm, breezy evening, the moon only about a quarter visible. There wasn't a cloud in the sky when Phox sucked in a breath and called for the other wolves that now made up Asterism Grove. The work had not been easy, and it was far from over, but the initial steps had been taken to create a better life for him, for Towhee, and for their children.

As his voice rang out through the trees, he listened for the others to join him.