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The Fox and The Wolffe
When the two best friends were kids, they were always comparing their notes.
The vocal ones that is.
Wolffe, able to howl like no one else could. Well, as much as a kid had in his pipes to do so back then. But it was certainly loud even then.
And Fox? Well, his sound was unique and scary all at the same time. Always sending those chills down everyone else’s spines. All but Wolffe’s. He loved his friend’s voice.
And so, the two had become best friends, sworn to be that to the very end.
Here in the now, the two were once again. Spending some much deserved time together. Both of them having taken a few swigs out of ye ole bottle of the finest brew. Then spending their reunion while singing songs, telling tall tales of their missions and laughing together while telling really bad jokes.
Usually when the two got together, this was the norm. The intention of having fun together until early morning hours. It was their tradition after all. And being clones as they were, traditions held a very special place in their hearts.
There was also another tradition the two still held up. The one carried on from their childhood.
The comparing notes one. Those of the animalistic kind. The Wolf and the Fox kind.
“Okay, I will start. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya!” Wolffe chuckled, having the privilege of going first.
“You’ve been practicing I take it.” Fox was pretty sure Wolffe kept in touch with his animal side as much as Fox did.
“Little bit yeah. Gotta keep it going, or it might just… poof!” Wolffe mimicked the word with a gesture. “Disappear!”
“I hear ya, my friend. Loud and clear!”
And so, Wolffe concentrated. Taking a comfortable position first, then, breathing in and out, relaxing his body and then it was time for:
“Aroooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!”
The currently more melodic howl emanating from somewhere deep within the Commander. The clear dedication of practice present there. Raw it was, true. But also, much more musical than in their childhood.
Fox listened carefully, hearing all the nuances of the sound. And soon enough, nodded his approval.
“Impressive!”
Wolffe grinned at that.
“So, ya think ya can do better than me old man?”
“Well, not better but, louder for sure!” Fox chuckled.
“Good thing the shinies are asleep then. They would be scared shirtless from this!”
“Heh, I know!” Fox having scared a few in his life time for sure. “Okay, here goes!”
Fox, following pretty much Wolffe’s example for the preparation - a comfy position taken, the breathing exercise done and then, closing his eyes, Fox let it rip:
“AAAiiiiiiiiiiiiAAAoooooooooooAAAuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!”
The pretty much promised blood curling sound came out from the Marshal Commander.
Not better, not worse then his friend’s had been, but having certainly so much horror inside of it as the sound carried across the now empty corridors of the base. Certainly, those having been sleeping waking up, perhaps, even the dead arising!?!