one voice [★] howl

[daniel]

Despite being a wolf, and having been a wolf his entire life, Danny didn't really howl that much. Perhaps it was because he didn't normally need to, and even when he was a significant distance to do so it was intentional, and he didn't want to make his location known. Not that he wasn't a creature of instinct, he certainly was when words failed him, which was often, but you didn't need to be another canine to know what a whine or low growl was. Some things he picked up from the older members of the crew didn't fit his body at all, habits that were distinctly feline-like. At any moment he might even start crouching during hunting or climbing trees, huh?

Nonetheless, when he heard Keona howling off somewhere in the distance, he was surprised. Surprised and immediately interested, head lifting up with ears perked in an uncharacteristically energized manner. Danny looked in every possible direction, stopping in his tracks from where he was trudging back to the temple, honing in on the direction that he was sure the sound came from. He hadn't actually tried out his own vocal chords since he was a little baby, and while it hadn't been that long ago, he grew quickly. Very quickly. It was becoming commonplace to have to look down to talk to most of those he lived among, which was always a source of humor when it was someone who he had to answer to professionally.

Danny yawned once, stretching with a long whine, like a little warmup of sorts. His instinct tugged at him to respond, and he knew even beyond that he wouldn't have many chances to play around with something that gave him some sense of self and remind him he was not a cat. And so he did, albeit a little stronger perhaps than Keona, having the home field advantage, but the howling came regardless, and hopefully he could reach her just as well. An apology would be issued later to anyone he annoyed, but he could focus on that whenever.

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