Year of the Fox

We were not many. In previous years we’ve been many more. But we were there.

We heard stories. Some told of our brothers and sisters of the north, silent for so long. Others spoke of enemies known and unknown. Rage and boiling blood. Challenges and answers.

We laughed at the pups questions, but guided him in the shadows. We questioned authorities and forged new bonds.

We slaughtered the stag and bid the fox welcome. We shut the doors on one year and opened the doors for another.

We were werewolves.