Talen Pack

It was a beautiful spring night; a gentle wind caressed the mountain pines. Silver's claws clicked against the rocks as he stepped out of his den, nose tilted towards the stars. A dream had wormed its way into his mind ever since he came of age; a dream of a cream-and-brown she-wolf amid a blue-tinged forest which seemed to glow in the moonlight. Silver had seemed to speak with her; as he stood he could almost hear her voice calling to him.