I felt useless sitting there - unable to do anything. Waiting wasn't my specialty, definitely if at the end of this road waited an encounter with this big bad wolf. I had to call for others, the way wolves always call each other.
I stepped outside the south entrance and looked into the morning distance. There resided a wooded area beyond the plains that the physical wellness group usually met at. This was a bit of a step for me... Long ago I had made a promise to myself as to not howl... ever. This personal reason haunted me for the longest of times. But now was a time to overcome it. There I was, stancing myself for it. I took a deep breath, occupying my lungs fully, and let a cry out. My diaphragm burning, lips numbing and ears peircing, I had howled after many years.
This howl was a howl known to more than just wolves - it was a universal sound of alert and turmoil. The pitch, the texture, the vibrato, the attack... It was known more commonly than numbers in spanish. And there I was, belting it, supported by my hope for the school. As it continued my eyes began to tear up; It was never anything I wanted to do, but it had to be done.
Finally, the release. I silenced myself, quickly sniffling and wiping my burning soiled eyes as I heard the tremor throughout the wood, the echo of desperation ring through the air. That was our hope, and our chance. I did what I could, so I entered the building again in hopes for elevation in luck.
((Haha, so much for the Fun RP.

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