Silas grunts as he did indeed hear the clamour and now has to wring shut his book and stick his head out the window to see what’s causing it. Lo and behold, a bunch of otherworlders trying to scale the walls. He grunts out a bothered sort of sigh, before slamming the window shut (locking it in the process), shifting, and howling out an alarm before sprinting for the communal room.

With nothing stopping the feather-decorated Wildling, he continues on his suicide mission with a ululating cry! Everyone he came with raises their fist and pounds their chest. Poor old man, he only notices the smoke once he’s halfway slid through the chimney. Luka and any nearby can probably hear the panicked shouts and the frantic clawing of bricks, before the intruder lands butt-first into the fire.

“AAAIIIEEEE!” he yells as he’s flushed into the room, rolling around to fan the flames from his leather thong.

Some other not-quite-Spiderman Wildlings are still stuck at the windows. One makes a sour face at Silas(wolf) right before his view is obstructed by the locking mechanisms.

“Silas, fuck this man up!” Luka barks over his shoulder to dire as the wolf bounds into the room, Luka immediately shifting himself before suddenly the feather covered man had (Theoretically) two wolves on top of him! Luka pushes him down to the ground with his front paws before lerching with a savage snarl, trying to rip and tear and savage the feathered covered man to shreds!

Leon stands his ground and just watches the wildlings howl as they jump heedlessly into a chimney. He quirks an eyebrow and pulls out his cellphone and fires off a text to Luka(wolf), “I can’t exactly scale your mansion, I’m not batman… unless you want me to blow a hole in your house?”

Silas(wolf) almost doesn’t even need a prompt as he immediately pounces – canines bared and claws outstretched – at the wildling that dared intrude!

The elderly Wildling in the feathered headdress looks to be no warrior strong enough to overpower the force of two full-grown wolves, much less ones like these. Silas(wolf) and Luka(wolf) can hear the in-fighting going on up on the roof, but Leon has a clearer view of it. Arguments cast in their native tongue, a Wildling woman shoving one of the massive brutes and waving at the blue-eyed young man stuck on the outside of the mansion’s walls. She calls out a question.

Inside, the floor pools crimson. The intruder runs out of arms to shield himself with, flesh bitten and torn to the bones as he wails in agony.

Leon bolts out as he notices a fire alarm five go off on his smart watch: dick girl porn for free! He abandons Luka(wolf) to his fate, free trans porn can not be passed up.

Luka(wolf) is feeling pretty invigorated with the first of the invaders down. It looks over to Silas(wolf), it’s grey, silver snout covered in blood, the same coating it’s chest and front legs, painting it a messy crimson. It flicks it’s head, heading over to the window as it pops onto it’s front legs, narrowing it’s yellow eyes to try and get a count for the amount of present wildlings outside …

Silas(wolf) only releases the vice-grip of his canines from the intruder once the wailing stops, the wolf then snorting loudly through its nose as it pads over to the opposite side of Luka(wolf) to watch other exits, ears pricked up in an attempt to hear exactly where the next breach may happen….

Should Silas(wolf) and Luka(wolf) have a moment of clarity long enough to notice, they might glean how the old Wildling had come with no weapons on his person. A scroll tucked into the belt of his thong is all there is.

From up on the other side of the now lit chimney, a woman’s voice can be heard calling out in concern, looking for someone. Some of the Wildlings are rather stubborn, bashing their heads against the barred windows and doors.

Luka(wolf) glances over it’s shoulder to the wildling they’d savaged, padding over to it before poking at it with his nose, trying to open it up, and more importantly, give it a good sniff

Silas has that moment of clarity when he’s satisfied those other wildlings can’t possibly headbutt their way into the manor and shifts back into human form for the moment, leaving investigating the front door off for later. As the fire crackles and Luka(wolf) sniffs at the scroll, he walks over to kneel over the corpse and attempt to read the scroll.

Here lies the feather-dressed Wildling, turned fodder for the wolves. His bones are broken but in the last seconds of his life, there is awe mixed into the starkness of his fear. The scroll smells to Luka(wolf) faintly of dinosaur hide and Cretaceous bark, and when Silas moves to unfurl it…

Here lies the feather-dressed Wildling, turned fodder for the wolves. His bones are broken but in the last seconds of his life, there is awe mixed into the starkness of his fear. The scroll smells to Luka(wolf) faintly of dinosaur hide and Cretaceous bark, and when Silas moves to unfurl it… (re)

Luka(wolf) waits with baited breath …

Silas furrows his brows hard as the scroll unfolds.

Upon a piece of blackened parchment, a painting was made with bare fingers. The muse of this artwork appears to be a shaggy lupine beast with fur depicted in twists of silvery-white thumbprints. Two dots of pristine blue are its eyes, benevolent yet all-knowing. It looks almost saintly, especially with that lunar halo brilliantly encircling the wolf’s head./span>/spanLuka(wolf) frowns as he looks at the picture. “Fucking hell Silas, if think they’re worshiping me …” Luka(wolf) grumbles under his breath as he looks out the window to the wildlings outside. “…. These mother fuckers not know how to use a doorbell? How to send an email?” Luka(wolf) asks as he pulls his clothes back on, hobbling up to the second floor and searching for a window to open he could potentially communicate with the wildlings through …

Luka frowns as he looks at the picture. “Fucking hell Silas, if think they’re worshiping me …” Luka grumbles under his breath as he looks out the window to the wildlings outside. “…. These mother fuckers not know how to use a doorbell? How to send an email?” Luka asks as he pulls his clothes back on, hobbling up to the second floor and searching for a window to open he could potentially communicate with the wildlings through …

The bottom half of the scroll is filled with stick figures bowing, or sitting, or worshiping. It’s hard to tell, stick figures are challenging to truly decipher. But they’re there, surrounding the large image of the howlsome animal.

Silas grunts in response to Luka’s rhetoricals, getting up off his haunches and, by habit, brushing his naked ass self off with his hands. “These seem to be wildlings. They wouldn’t know our customs,”, he murmurs as he strides to follow his Alpha. “Though, if they’re here to worship a wolf… I’d suggest shifting back into form. Giving them their Gods should help us avoid a fight… and, best-case, provide us a source of willing servants.”, he suggests in his usual, slimy way.

The stubborn Wildlings haven’t entirely ceased their attempts to gain a foothold within Luka and Silas’s abode, but the pair can hear the lulls in between taps and raps. They’re getting tired. A baby cries somewhere outside.

For all that the troupe had come all this way to accomplish without so much as a phone call ahead, footsteps on the roof soon become uncertain voices from outside of the mansion. Still calling out. But they sound like questions. There’s brief bickering and then someone goes, in the clumsiest Boston inflection, “Hay-lloooo?”

Luka pokes his head out of the window, scowling in upset “What the fuck are you wildling people doing on my fucking lawn?” Luka demands from the group, angrily eying all of them, fixing each of them with a harsh look

Silas has to roll his eyes a little bit there, alas, but there he waits just behind his alpha, for whatever response the wildlings may have.

Like flies to a fresh slab of venison, there’s a collective gasp and the Wildlings flock to the window. Someone shrieks and leaps clean off the roof, breaking his leg. He crawls eagerly to Luka all the same, rabid eyes searching past the human’s head. Murmurs arise as the primitive group reach out their hands, trying to touch the glass, to touch Luka, their voices pleading.

The Wildling woman who remains standing startles in surprise at the man’s appearance, and peers at Silas behind him. But she doesn’t approach as the rest do. Instead, she enunciates as best as she can in her native tongue, explaining.. and howling into the morning.

The other Wildlings howl on cue.

Silas looks to Luka for a second, there, before raising both hands then to try and gesture placatingly for the crowd to keep their distance with swaying, away motions. To the woman, he simply shakes his head – unable to understand, so he just resorts to what could be similar body language.

Luka looks to Silas and then shrugs. He heads away from the window for a moment. “Alright, maybe they just, want, like … A performance?” Luka asks. He didn’t have his band members with him so he heads downstairs into the band room and fetches a loud boombox and a mic, heading back upstairs as he pokes around on his phone looking for a instrumental only version of one of Howler’s songs. “ALRIGHT YOU FUCKERS!” Luka screams out to the wildlings gathered outside the house “THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT!” The boombox starts blasting “THIS IS WHAT YOU FUCKING GET!”

The woman meets eyes with Silas and nods once, looking grateful. She translates the man’s instructions with a bigger flow of arms all her own, head bobbing like ebbing water as the crowd reluctantly inches away to give the inhabitants space. She counts out the faces, noting someone missing, and asks her companions quietly.

A roar goes up from the Wildlings when music comes out with Luka, the sound blasted from the boombox. One mother tries to shush her wailing baby, and the rest jump up and down like excited primates.

Luka would give a full performance until the wildlings are satisfied, boot mounted up on the windowsill as he leans out of it, headbanging with the mic held up to his mouth, screaming out the lyrics for the gathered crowd!

Luka gestures for Silas to follow

The crowd is pacified, mirroring the headbanging and screaming back at Luka. But the biggest, beefiest of them all steps out of line and bellows a complaint! He gestures chopping motions at Luka and Silas, slapping at his belly – where there is a stick-and-poke tattoo of a disproportionate wolf’s face mid-howl, inky radiance squiggling around it.

The woman just shushes him, explaining something as she points to the chimney, her head shaking.

Silas apparently zones out the whole performance to focus on communicating with the woman – for his part, he nods his understanding, before he pauses momentarily to flatten his lips an show some apprehension, before shaking his head slowly to the woman to indicate the missing companion has met some negative fate. And then he gestures to Luka as if he was Will Smith presenting his wife, as if to show that their companion’s mission was not in vain.

It would take a while for the Wildlings to fan out, no pun intended, but what Silas relays distresses the woman. They linger on the lawn, and it would appear it is she who calls the shots now, and she beckons her people to leave with her. Perhaps next time, they’ll at least ring the doorbell.