When a Cahalith howls its said that both spirits and humans take note. For a Cahalith howls songs of the past, present, and future. Howls of promises.
The pack responds and Brigit and Emily tear into Faiths-Toll eliciting one final mournful tolling of its bell before the spirit dissipates under teeth it is likely to never forget. Languages fade and flake into ash off of tarnished robes which quickly move from a dirty grey to tiny specks of black to nothing. Inside of the robes? Nothing, the black in its hood fading away like everything else.
Mallet and bell hit the ground with resounding clashes before they to fade into nothingness. Every wolf knows though, Faiths-Toll isn't truly destroyed. Only broken apart, somewhere, sometime, it will form again.
Around the pack its almost like the spiritwilds let out a breath of anticipation. Before promptly carrying on with whatever it was, chasing shadows, hunting smaller cars, howling at each other. Anything but paying attention to the pack.
Thanks to the spirits defense Emily does not need to roll a Kuruth check despite the great roll. Combat ends.
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Animal Magnetism
Giant
Feet of Mist (Stealth Gift 1)
2 successes 
3 successes
