Packs Seeking to Cry Down Trees

The woods is thrumming with the sounds of spring. Birds sing in the tops and squirrels leap through the undergrowth. But tonight, a new sound echoes on the wind: the low, guttural howl of a wolf. A small wolf roams the fringes of the trees, its silver eyes watching. The moon, a bright orb in the black sky, casts long shapes that dance with every gu

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