Scene from Winter’s Edge: He doesn’t know what makes him do it. Sheer stupidity maybe? But he’s throwing his head back and letting out a howl. In the books he’d gathered information on, he’d read that wolves howl to let other pack members know where they are. It echoes through the forest and when he sighs, his breath mists in the air.
A few minutes later, off in the distance, in what he thinks is the location of the river, he hears it. The unmistakable sound of a lonely howl, it saddens him to hear it. There is silence after the wolf slowly cuts off, and Stiles has no doubt it’s the black wolf, his tone is low and it suits him. Stiles can picture him, sitting in a clearing or on top of some large boulders, howling up the moon, the moonlight illuminating his dark coat. The forest is eerily silent after the last of the wolf’s howls echo through the trees. Stiles waits to see if he’ll call again and he does, this one almost more heart-wrenching than the last and Stiles can’t help but lift his head and howl back. If anything, it’s to let the wolf know he’s not alone.
This took forever. But I am so, very, very happy with it.