Howl It was a cool, clear night. A good night for prowling, or at least Wolf thought so. There was nothing loved more by Wolf than running around her domain, except for maybe her family. Wolf was very attached to her family and loved taking care of them. In fact, they’re what made prowling so enjoyable. She paused on a rooftop to scent the air and get her bearings. “Hmm, what do we have here…” she mused, sensing a disturbance a few blocks away. With a grin she leapt down a story, landing softly on an old fire escape, and quickly descended to street level. She movHowl
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