Galos' Dragon Wings whipped up a fierce wind, roaring in, as the clouds above Crescent Valley churned like boiling water.
As his shadow swept past the bonfire in the valley, the entire wolf pack erupted as if ignited oil.
"Dragon Lord! The Dragon Lord has returned!"
An old Werewolf with half an ear missing suddenly stood upright, his forepaws beating his chest with drum-like thuds.
This sound seemed to open a floodgate, and more and more Werewolves rushed out, some still clutching bones they hadn't finished gnawing, some not even having the time to take off their claw guards used during sleep.
The Werewolf cubs that had been dozing in their dens were startled awake.
They didn't understand why their elders all rushed out, howling at the sky with near whimpering sounds, and driven by curiosity, they followed suit.
Amid the howls of the wolves, Galos folded his wings and landed in the middle of an open space in the New Moon Clan.
