The Blake-wolf approached his new soldiers, speaking to them in a language which would simply sound like growls and snarls to a human ear, but to the warrior werewolves and their new recruits, it was as plain as anything spoken by a human.
"You, my new packmates," he said to them, his voice strong with a commanding tone, "You are the first of the glorious new empire of the warwolves! You are the first to feel the blessing of the gift of our people! Those of you with families, return to your homes, and show them your new gift! Imbue them with it, your sons, your daughters, your wives, give them this gift! Those of you with lovers, pay them a visit, and let them join our cause! Rejoin us here tomorrow with all of them, near dark, and our first crusade shall begin!" He let out a victorious howl, echoed by the rest, and the newly-made men ran off toward the town, eager to comply with the order.