When Werewolves Howl

As the memory of her first kill stirs her most primitive animal instincts to the surface, her body surges with the power and strength of what she was born to be. Looking up at the starlit sky, her black eyes shimmer an icy coldness and a thick coat of fur as white as a new fallen snow covers her body in in its entirety. With the gracefulness of a she-wolf and the agility of an athlete, she jumps from the porch to the ground. "It is time," she softly snarls landing to stand upright on her hind legs. Throwing her head back, she cannot stop herself as a hauntingly melodious howl fills the air, "Awooooooo Awooooooo, Awooooooo Miles away the others hear her as they eagerly anticipate her arrival.