In the shadows of looming trees, a small wolf pack came weaving invisibly through the forest. For thirteen days they had been hunting for prey to feed their starving forms. They came as silently as ghosts themselves, swept along like leaves in the strong breeze. As they broke from the trees the alpha, or leader, appeared, her fine head up, ears cocked forwards for any signs of prey. She was followed into the open by five other wolves. The smallest wolf, Dawnshadow, had been trailing all day, and suddenly caught his front leg on a branch and went tumbling painfully forwards. His startled yelping...
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