Caster was no hero. He wasn’t strong, wasn’t brave or mighty like most other wolves or people he had met in this life or the last. In truth, he thought himself to be weak, cowardly, and perhaps maybe even a little selfish if he had to be honest. The world around him was struggling, dying, and what good of a healer was he if he couldn’t even do just that? To heal, to mend all that is broken— is that not what he was created to do?

Despite his flaws, despite the anxiety in his stomach telling him not to go, he does. No longer could he remain on the sidelines, not when so much was at stake. For once, just this once he would do something greater than himself. Just this once, he would answer the call.

In the darkness his voice calls like a siren. A song, a melody that reverberated and danced on the wind with every note, every cadence of breath that the man had to offer. No matter how harsh the cold bit and tore through his fur, never once did he falter. Like the others before him, it was Caster’s turn to join the chorus.