Tipping back her head, the snow white wolf called for all the actors. The wolves that would be telling the story not only through words, but through their bodies, and anything they wished to add to the lines they were given. This was an art she'd never tried to teach, and now she would now she would watch and see how well it was learned. Of course, if it all fell down, then there wouldn't really be a way back up. Amber made sure to also call the viewers, the audience, to watch from a ways away. What was a play with no one to watch? Idiots looking stupid, that's what.
Gazing around, she knew the play had to start with Elara. She was the one saying the first lines, and then Amber could only hope Grimoire showed up for her role. If not, this would go down the bad road. For the second actor not to appear? Horrendous. Same, she hoped wolves actually showed up to watch, or it wouldn't matter if the first or second actor actually appear. They wouldn't even be needed, with no one to watch. Lowering her head, the she-wolf took a breath, and tipped her head to howl once more, this time calling for the audience and Elara to come first if they could.