FrozenPeak Pack
The moon rises and the indigo glow spreads over the land...but not over the wolves
The Wanderers
There are those who press themselves to the center of the pack, seeking to befriend everyone. And then there are those who blow in with the fog, hovering by the edges of night, and melt away by day. And the older they get the more they shrink away, moving further and further away by day until they are there one day and gone the next...
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