There had been a fight. A horrible fight. He had done something wrong, and even now -- as his sister's call echoed across the lands, beckoning the wolves of Ludicael to meet with her -- he still didn't understand. He had done something to a woman that he had met. Virgil was her name. She had fallen, and had been hurt. He liked her, but he had hurt her somehow. He'd done a bad thing. Anthem didn't like to think about it much, because he couldn't understand.
Song had done something to him. Novel had given him plants to eat, and he had fallen asleep for a long time. He felt soreness when he finally awoke. His whole body felt different and foreign to him. He knew he had been punished in a way, but all he felt was a strange confusion that he could not shake. He'd been told to stay close to these lands, too, and suddenly he felt no inclination to even leave his den. Except to see his siblings, and to drink and eat whatever food they had caught that day.
He was silent as he approached the gathering. It didn't feel nice to have others watching him, but he swore he felt eyes on him as he slunk toward Howl. He hadn't seen his brother in a long time. His familiar face would ease Anthem's troubled heart, and he would let out a soft whine as he pressed against the man, his eyes straying over the group.
