The golden sun rises, marking the beginning of the day.
Beautiful streaks of amber and crimson make it's way into the dark blue sky. A dark gray and white wolf stretches and yawns, revealing her gleaming white teeth. Her powerful jaws shut and she glances around camp, relieved to see that every member of the pack was still there. "This is my pack, exactly where I belong." She thinks to herself. She shakes her thick fur and trots off in search of a hare. Though her stomach was empty, she was feeling better than she had felt in months. With every step her spirit soared.