A Lamprydae woman, her black fur blending with the night, slipped out of the trees. Her wings and antennae lit with a glow that could’ve been classified as unearthly. The woman’s red eyes, sparking like h e l lfire, scanned the scenery around her.
She threw back her head, loosing a howl. She called for the queen of Sindri, or anyone to come meet her. She was joining their pack.
She didn’t have to wait long. A red-eyed lass, no more than a couple of months old, dashed out to meet her. “Hello. My name’s Helene; I’m daughter of the Sindri queen. Who may you be?” The pup’s eyes sparked with intelligence and gentleness. The firefly woman noticed in her pelt white, gray, and, predominantly, brown.
She introduced herself. “I am Princess Jelethe of Moon Guild. I’m looking for a place to join a pack. Where is your mother, you whelp?”
“Lene?” A woman with the features of a cat emerged from the foliage. She shook her head. “Hello. I’m Callie, delta of Sindri. I heard your call. You’re accepted in! My apologies; our queen cannot admit you herself. She is, at the moment, preparing for a pack meeting.” She swept Jelethe with a cursory glance, then turned and shepherded the tiny princess into the pack. Jelethe followed.

“You’ll find yourself burning in h e l l!”