Whos there?

As his voice trailed off, and he glanced about himself, he frowned. Had it failed? He’d put so much effort into the altar. His paws were still sticky from the berries. He sighed, and was about ready to call it a night - He didn’t want to be out so late his parents came looking for him - when something made his pause. Just as he was about to turn around, a voice whispered suddenly in his ear. He shrieked and leaped a foot in the air. Whirling, and expecting to see the giant demon he had envisioned.

The wolf wasn’t exactly like his mental image. He wasn’t 60” tall and inky as the night, but one eye blazed red in an unfamiliar face. “H-hello” he said, and then cleared his throat. “I, Ciaran Syn Carpathius have summoned you, and you must do as I bid!” He declared.


"Speech"