RainWolfs11

Red bleeds through a thick wood. Shadows, long and daunting, stretch their hands over snowy grounds. A large wolf sniffs the edge of a pack territory, golden eyes piercing the darkness. His fur is lit by the sinking sun from behind, setting a flame the red hues in his brown and tan coat. His strong head then lifts, high and proud, to stare intently into the trees. What secrets are held in such a place? Legs braced in the cold layers of untouched snow, he tilts his snout up to let drip a deep and haunting howl. His sharp teeth clamp down to cut off the call.The howl is left to echo over the tempting woods. This dark place calls to him, beggin