PACKS SEEKING TO SING DOWN TREES

The forest is thrumming with the sounds of fall. Birds tweet in the branches and squirrels leap through the undergrowth. But tonight, a new sound rises on the wind: the low, guttural cry of a wolf. A large wolf wanders the borders of the trees, its red eyes gazing. The moon, a glowing orb in the starry sky, beams long shadows that shift with every