Three years ago, once pristine wildwoods had reached their dehydrated hell. Summer had just peaked, and the leaves started to ease into fall. Mild temperatures were the usual on the heels of summertide, but this pattern had been broken by a few unseasonably warm weeks, much to the dry wilderness’ dismay. Slowly, the forest withered at the lack of rain, and its creatures swiftly followed suit.
Summer had made the local wolves into scrawny leftovers, ill-furred, and weary. One pack of thin wolves brushed up against each other, bracing for a midday hunt, then dissolved. A large, assuming male proceeded to reorganize the five wolves behind him, taking up the lead. The afternoon light, scattered by the leaves above, graced the male’s dark pelt. He looked regal, and rather dignified, for a male of his six years. White hairs only dreamed to taint his muzzle. The expression on his proud, black face was stiff and calculated, and he led his family with an air of certainty t