Shadow Tongue sat at the edge of Southside Park in Wolf form. Just far enough into the tress as to be shadowed from the streets. His lupine mind roiling through the smells and sounds in the autumn air, how much was different?
When he feels the time is right he lets out a loud and long Howl. An Alert for his own Pack, but also a signal to friends. It carries no more then need and urgency.
The Light Engulfing Forrest would Fall this night. It would fall alone.