“These Tallhunters are getting into our Territory again..” A Lycanthrope snarled as he walked through the darkened Mountain on all fours. “They keep interrupting our Dawncalls with their Barkshots..”
Another Lycanthrope sighs. “Tallhunters’ Season is upon us.” He states. “From now until the Whiteground blooms, they hunt us..”
”I think it’s about time we show these Tallhunters fear.” A different Lycanthrope spoke up, having a Daeminic look to him.
The first Lycanthrope faces his Daeminic Kin with confusion. “How, Vaerrowl? The Pack lacks the capability to hunt them due to their newly granted Moonforce..”
”Notice something about me, Hungrol? I have Horns now.” Vaerrowl begain. “I have consumed the Blood of the Daeminic. I have been converted into a stronger Lycan. If none of you other Nightmutts can actually pull something off..then I certainly can..”