PACKS SEEKING TO HOWL DOWN FOREST

The woods is vibrant with the sounds of spring. Birds tweet in the leaves and squirrels scurry through the undergrowth. But tonight, a new sound sways on the breeze: the low, guttural call of a wolf. A small wolf prowls the fringes of the forest, its silver eyes watching. The moon, a glowing orb in the velvet sky, throws long shapes that shift with