PACKS SEEKING TO SING DOWN TREES

The woods is vibrant with the sounds of fall. Birds tweet in the leaves and squirrels scurry through the undergrowth. But tonight, a new sound rises on the breeze: the low, guttural howl of a wolf. A large wolf prowls the fringes of the trees, its silver eyes searching. The moon, a glowing orb in the starry sky, throws long figures that shift with