Pull up the roost, pull up the roots
Tuesday, February 21 || Early evening
The final owl left his window, the last of several he'd sent out that night.
Remus watched until he couldn't see the bird any more in the quickly dimming light.
It was a faint hope that they'd return with good news, but he'd had to try.
Very few werewolves had the luxury of a fixed address, but the one he was hoping to contact was very good at staying hidden.