PACKS SEEKING TO SING DOWN WOODS

The trees is alive with the sounds of fall. Birds chirp in the branches and squirrels chitter through the undergrowth. But tonight, a new sound rises on the breeze: the low, guttural call of a wolf. A large wolf wanders the fringes of the forest, its red eyes searching. The moon, a full orb in the starry sky, beams long shadows that move with every