Dyson: My wolf has never been happier, I have to say that in all honesty. We ran, cavorted and fought as a pack, we saw each other through everything - and then Ailech brought it all crashing down, for a prize he could never truly possess.
Ciara: I've never seen a fighting force remotely their equal, no matter what Ailech and I managed to cobble together in later years. They moved as a unit in a way only shifters can, relished the hunt as wolves, and howled their victories to the waiting moon.
Kenzi: From what Ciara said, this was like the ultimate 'Boys' Club' - fighting and drinking and - so on. All that wolfy testosterone does sound kinda - intoxicating, though, and could they ever party when hey won.
Trick: Even at my age, the power of words sometimes surprises me. Fáolad should be all bloodthirsty rites of Crom Cruach, but they infused it with - nobility, of a sort. For a while, leastways.
Stella: The one group of Light Fae for whom I've never been called. Something in their bond prepares them automatically for such a Dawning as they face.