“Attention!” A voice called deafeningly. “All members of the pack, King Maximillian has requested more wolves on the night watch.”
“More wolves needed!” A younger boy yelled.
“Yes, it’s true! Step right up! This could be your chance to promote your standing in the pack!” He seemed to be in his late twenties like the other man wearing a similar gaudy outfit as the other man.
They looked like clowns but without the white, pasty faces. A living joke to werewolves.
“No interviews,”
“No applications needed!” His partner replied as they gleefully held each other's hands in exhilaration. I was frightened for a moment as I thought that they might have gone into the tango any second.
The younger boy's lips were fixed into a wobbly line of embarrassment whilst flinching out of the way.
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