A stream of light beamed through the branches, landing inside the den onto the wet nose of the gray wolf. Birds chirping in the early morning, a heavy mist beginning to form. The wolf began to wake up; eyes teared up and crusted. A loud heap of noise started arousing from outside the den. Humphrey sluggishly stood up feeling his muscles begin to adjust to the weight. He turned his head looking at the comatose female wolf laying on the stone cold floor. Memories began flooding through the young wolf. Memories of a friendship he thought he couldn't lose. As he began making his way out of the den he glanced back one more time. "I'm so sorry Kate."

If only there was a way to save the small fragile wolf, maybe he wouldn't have felt this way. He stepped out of the den the atmosphere didn't portray how he was feeling. The sky such a vibrant tone of blue. The spontaneous cumulus white clouds drifting slowly. The natural smell of fresh rain water. The sway of the beautiful green grass and leaves making the air whistle a happy tune. The wolf looked down upon his paws noticing spots of dirt and mud. Humphrey started to roam around wondering where he could get some time alone. The river at this time was packed full of wolves trying to get their morning hygiene.

During his hike through the territory the mist started to clear and a sudden shadow began to form color turning into a large red wolf. Humphrey didn't want to see him nor did he want to talk to him. "Hey Humphrey..." The red wolf started with a face of uncertainty. "Look I know this must be hard on y-"

"I don't want to talk right now Garth. Just leave me alone." Humphrey turned away walking the opposite direction. Garth tried to blurt something, but fell into silence leaving the gray wolf alone. Pushing through the bushes and grass Humphrey stumbled upon a white wolf seated in the stream.

The wolf establishes a fake smile on his face and slowly walks toward Lily. "Hey Lily." She turned her head to Humphrey. "You enjoying the view?" Lily faces the water the breeze shifting her beautiful vanilla fur around.

"Yes in fact this is the place I come to think." Humphrey steps into the tranquil water, his paws feeling refreshed. "Sometimes I come here at night and I get the best view of the land." The gray wolf slants his head to the left confused. "Cross the lake and take a look for yourself."

Humphrey cruised through the brushes, pushing them aside while Lily surveyed the young gray wolf. Finally driving through the brushes he could see the entire land from a high cliff. Mountains sprinkled with white snow on top, the river bouncing the sunlight off its surface. Tall grass leaning with the wind. Caribou living in peace with nature looking majestic as they stood tall upon their four legs. Humphrey wowed in awe. "You weren't wrong Lily. I can only imagine it at night." Humphrey was filled with harmony somehow forgetting the catastrophic event that had happen to the golden brown wolf.