Drew On- Howl

Drew unleashed a howl, the noise thundering through the hall like a gale and rushing out of the shattered doors. The noise was primal, erupting from his core, a rallying cry to his brethren and allies. All below in the city and beyond the walls heard the Wolf’s call, and those who yet lived and fought in his name found renewed strength and purpose in their weary hearts and limbs.

The Werewolf took two steps, growling, watching the shadows. He saw the Wereserpent’s tail whip out from behind the stack of broken trappings, making him leap back up the dais. But the strike wasn’t aimed at the Wolf. The tail connected with the black cauldron, the pot ringing like a bell as it tipped, spilling its contents over the fire. The flames were instantly doused by the boiling water, and a great cloud of choking steam and smoke billowed from the hearth, filling the hall.