The howling of the wolves piece the cool night air. The wolves are howling a name. Winter they howl in the wolven language of the wilds. Winter though he could resist the pull of the full moon and hold onto his humanity. When the silvery light had struck his skin he felt the pull of the wild forest. Soon he could hear the call of his pack with his changing ears. Now that he is fully changed he feels at home in the wild, ready to join his pack.

Fursuiter: Winter