[Well, well, Luceti, I hope you enjoyed your break from Moro. The silence of the evening is ripped to shreds by a loud, roaring howl, with volume indicating that it could only come from Moro's giant lungs, regardless of her distance from the village.
She'll be echoing this howl for a while. And to any who recognize wolf howls, this one in particular is a call to arms, and a territorial challenge. It gets more faint as she progresses towards the mountains, but it's unlikely Luceti will escape entirely from the bone-chilling noise.]
((OOC: I am still on that slow-atus but I am recovering slowly :T
EDIT: The
log is up, redirect any threads that turn into the march towards Yuber here.))