Feel free to get comfortable, you'll be getting pulled in shortly.
In the meantime, how do Circe and Azrael contact West?
Guards-the-Pack withdraws deeper into Twilight, eyes glinting across into Animus' world.
There's something increasingly... settled, civilized about this place, about this life. The hunts help, the kinship of the Pack helps, but it comes down to a simple matter of resonance. It just needs to be scrubbed a little, tweaked to be more amenable to a Primal shadow of Wolf.
The familiar's discomfort has made it jumpy, lingering outside longer than he should at night. Outside the safety of the wards.