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It was cool outside Condor Studios, the full moon at its peak as the hazy yellowish clouds hovering near. The buzzing rumble of cars racing by disturbing the still silence of the deserted halls, as a lone figure stood out upon the roof. The figure stood silent, and still as if waiting for something then as if signaling, the figure waved towards the Hollywood hills as if saying hi.
At that very moment, on that very hill, stood a wolf, a shining white she wolf, gazing down on the bustling city below. Her wide amber eyes flickering to the studio, she darted off through the trees. Out of the shadow bounded two other wolfs immediately flanking her on both sides as they zoomed through the overgrowth.
At a distance away, directly in the path of the amber eyed trio, sat on a giant tree stump, there was a blond colored wolf with bright piercing red eyes. To the wolfs left sat another female wolf, her light brown fur a couple shades off from the male in front of her.
The three others came skidding to a halt in front of what appeared to be the leader, the bronze and the black wolves at the white wolfs side quietly over to fill in two spots near the brown wolf leaving two other spots open as if there were assigned seating, then as one they tipped their heads back, and let out a long billowing howl.
The figure atop the studio below, smirking slowly stepped down from the ledge, walking confidently over to where a dark brown sat as if to protect the figure. As the wolf stood she began to shift and change her fur into skin, her amber eyes melting into a slightly darker shade, as they joined arms and began their decent down the stairs, as the faint rumple of the wolves washed over them.
Miles away from the mysterious scene, sleeping in her bed laid a young actress by the name of Sonny Monroe dreamed of moons and mangled deer.