The morning was damp but growing warmer. It felt like I had just woke up from a long hibernation. I walked outside and stood, stretching on the dew-filled grass. In the distance I could hear a beat that sounded like it had been playing forever but was brand new. I heard the wailing of a guitar so perfect it could melt the Ice House. I looked down and I was covered in dark brown fur. I lifted my hands to see claws. I knelt down over a puddle and looked at my reflection: a firm, hair covered head with jaws like an oversized piranha. "It's finally happened," I muttered.

In the dawn heir, I had the right to bear.

Let your inner roar out on December 7th. The Dawn Heirs. In the Ice House. Your hibernation is just beginning.

All welcome.

No cover.

No hunting.