Ok, I just pulled this out of real life. I live in a subdivison, amd you're allowed to let your dogs out at night. I remembered this while eatiing dinner last night, and I just had to make it into a story.
I live near a small pond, actually right off of one, and dogs bark every Full Moon at 9:00 at night. I think it's a domestic dog clan, ya' know? So here it is- off the top of my head. (They just started barking...it's 8:45...)
Goldenia barked several times, her long Collie coat shimmered in the moonlight, her grey eyes reflecting the pond tide. She waited impatently for her subjects.
Russet ran, and skidded at her side. "Tis' wrong?"
Goldenia just growled at the german sheperd.
Another dog bounded up. This time, it was a daschund. "Y' majesty." Wind rang.
Goldenia nodded.
Two, three, four, five, seven, ten! Everyone had come.
"Tonight." Goldenia began. We escape this prison! we leave our housefolk, and explore past the ivory gate! Tonight- WE PREVAIL!" she howled.
A chorus of barks and yips agreed.
~End of chapter~