Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-27783182-20150612124930

A loud howl once again echoed through the flatlands. It obviously came from the burning shack. However, this one howl was a call for help. The wolves howled back and ran straight towards the building.

It was a werewolf's howl.

Little did the wolves know that inside the flesh and hair of the short werewolf with the size of a Dibella statue in Markarth, was the soul of a young boy.