Let’s go to the north where the snowflakes fall, floating through the air is a beautiful call. On the edge of an ice rock, a song is sung, lifting off the cliff by a wolf pack of one.
Luna is a lone wolf coloured silver-white-grey, her paws on the edge, where the trees clear away. As Luna howls her song in her very own tune, she knows they will sing back to join her song soon.
She captures the aurora to soar with her howl, knowing her song is stronger than a growl. In her notes is a message to light up the sky; in just a moment, the night lights with more wolf replies.
Two and then three, then four and five, together they sound like a pack of nine. High pitch and low, calm voices and cool, the wolves harmonise to say, ‘We’re here too.’
No longer alone, from the trees to the stone, Luna is now Alpha, and the pack are now one.
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