The same dream, night after night. It was times like this he wished he'd been born under any other moon. Some sought knowledge of the future in hopes of blunting the force of an oncoming disaster, but he'd found that far more often Luna's visions seemed simply to drive him more forcefully onto the path they foretold.
It was maddening.
Just as maddening as the howls that now rang out from the Tur. Paws pound against the ground of the Hisil, fury driving him faster than any living being had a right to travel. If they had so much as touched Flame-of-Man's grave, he would light them up so brightly Frank's pyre would seem like a sputtering candle by comparison.
-1 essence for Father Wolf's Speed
Matthew is in Urshul form