For Joel, who must really love yodelling

Heat of the Moment: #75 Yodel

“What was that?” Savage tucked his wand into his belt as he dragged a man in a dark hood to his feet and bound his hands.

“What was what?” Tonks turned from her crouched position next to another dark hooded man unconscious on the floor.

“That noise you made when we took the house. I thought you were hurt,” Proudfoot put in from the doorway.

Tonks turned pink. “I thought it was a good moment for one of those battle cries.”

“A… battle cry? You sounded like a dying tone-deaf goose,” Savage scoffed and kicked his prisoner.

“I was yodeling.”