The large orange-brown wolf climbed up the rocks, and ran through the trees. Fearless and free, just feeling the wind rush around its sleek frame. This majestic animal was headed for the top of the mountain where there was a beautiful cliff that reached out into open air and it was like floating in space. It would seem like you were standing right next to the waning moon. But before he reached the overhang he was stopped by the should of a howl, so full of alarm and urgency it stopped him dead in his tracks. when he caught his breath and pulled his thoughts together he turned around and headed towards the sound of the many urgent howls of the pack he was bound to by blood, and destined to lead.