A howl echos through the forest as Smoke calls to the pack. They gather beneath the fallen tree. There are murmurs of worry through the pack as he begins to speak.
"Today we have been granted an addition to our pack." Smoke says, "My son."
The pack howls in unision as congratulation.
Smoke jumps down from the log and enters a broad crack in a boulder at the end of it. There, his mate Dawn was l nursing their new son. A cool breezed flowed through the den. Smoke pads up to them and licks them both on the heads. The little one squirms. Happiness and pride is reflected in both of the older wolves eyes. There is a pause, and Dawn breaks the silence.
"What shall we name him?" she asks.
Smoke stared into the sky and them to his mate.
"Dusk," he said, as he watchesthe sun sink below the horizon.