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.

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