Got out last night. Went over to Warin's to see how he and Caitlyn are doing. Warin was trying to teach her to howl.
Your howl is important. Everyone has a howl.
Some dogs forget their howl. Most people forgot their howl. Only we weredogs have a firm bite on our howl. OK, maybe werewolves, certainly wolves. And I have known some great dog howlers.
Knowing your authentic howl is essential to knowing who you are. A howl originates in the deepest blast furnace that is your soul, way down deep in your belly. It brings up with it a lot of ballast.
During a full moon, even humans are drawn to their howl. For proof ask any paramedic or cop. They will tell you that things, and people, are crazier on nights of a full moon.
Allen Ginsberg knew about howling. Actually, he was a werewolf. Kerouac, ironically, was a weredog. Their friendship nearly brought our two races together. But it was not meant to be.
Caitlyn still has to work on her howl. But she is still in transition.
I feel like a howl. Or two.
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