The sound of the noise don the pack house woke me up..
As I walked walked into the pack house, I saw wolves of all shapes and sizes bustling about. Some were bringing in fresh-killed prey from the hunt, while others were grooming each other or playing with pups. The air was thick with the smell of wet fur and musk, and the sound of howling and yipping filled the air. The atmosphere was electric, and I felt a sense of belonging and purpose as I watched the wolves go about their daily routines.
Suddenly, the air was pierced by a deep, commanding howl. The pack fell silent as a massive gray wolf stepped out of the shadows. It was the alpha male, and he was surveying the pack with a piercing gaze. As he made his way through the crowd, the other wolves bow their heads in respect. He paused in
