I just gave Efrit a new body. Now he's a mongolian wolf-whistler riding a hairless mammoth (kinda looks like a wrinkled egyptian breed cat, except a whole lot heftier) with two sets of
tusks crossing each other, and a forked-snaked tongue with prickly hair covering the bottom
side, which he can easily twist around to lick you any way. Believe me, it hurts. When he
licks you. Sometimes you get the soft side, though. Or at least part of it. So all the same the
tongue has to project out quite a bit passed those sets of tusks. And it goes without saying
that the poor beast needs special feeding, because those tusks make it hard to chew you
know. I mean he can do it, but... he always appreciates help... So, anyways...

Efrit is now Kpeqfohtak. He puts his fingers in the mammoth's mouth when it's nearly all
the way clamped down, the tongue barely sticking out, and as the mammoth fills its cheeks
with air, K. uses this arrangement to cause a very nice whistle to come out that I have to
tell you the effect is most eerie, perhaps beyond anyone's comprehension. Kinda like
putting a blade of grass between your thumb and blowing through them, though I forget
what that sounds like. So really K. doesn't make any sound to do his job. He certainly helps.
But the air is in the mammoth's cheeks really. And the mammoth's tongue is used.
So that's one silent mongolian. I know he makes sound, but just not to summon wolves.

And all around that certain part of the great expanse of the Gobi desert he lives in, trans-
dimensional luscent crystal doorways pop open, with magic swirls white upon black
changing to white clouds on ardently blue skies as out pounce the hugest most loveliest
wolves of all possible shades and colors, many millions more than can even be seen,
concentrating first nearest the summoning pair, then growing outward, all dancing around
them.