The two wolf-mutes slaver along at the the Shaman's heels. The group moves through the church and squeeze through the tied broken entrance doors and out into the open. Now the full sight of Selene falls upon all, its bathing beauty hidden by this blanket of storm for longer than any can recall during this endless night.

The wolf-mutes take to their haunches and howl. The discordant song tearing at the Shaman's eardrums.
But he, too, feels a lightening as some sense, beyond this sorcerous guiding light. that fortune may be turning her hand in his favor.