Emily waited by the river bank, Furyfang in hand, dedicated clothes fitting snug to her body. She wore a tight, black wifebeater and brown capris, the less for a possible enemy to snag on to. She had been feeling this need since she arrived in Sacramento, since she was now in an area where people were unused to this sort of thing. However, now she was in the Shadow, and with Lunas bright face above she fell into her role in the pack - the caller, the organizer, the one who knows the pack. The Howler.
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She shifted to Urshul, raised her muzzle to the sky, and howled. It resonated through the hisil, claiming this territory for the Heart of Granite, calling for the pack to come, its time to work.