He seemed not of high spirits, perhaps because of the regularly repeating shrieks resonating through the entire house.
“Damn smoke detectors always needing new batteries… hey, Azrael. Is it this one, y’think? That’s causing the others to go off?”
“The wolves howl at each other as a call to hunt.”
They stared in silence at each other. After a few moments, the device went off again. “Alright, yeah, it is this one,” Lily’s father said, looking up at the small disk in the ceiling.
He grabbed a stool and promptly replaced the battery. What a shame. Azrael was just starting to enjoy its song.