Winter Month: 2 
Night 
Clear Moon: 
A small pack of hopeful wolves.
The moon rises high above the sky. The pack may be small, but it's strong.
You can help them. Run with them. Hunt with them. Rest with them. Listen to their song.
Do you hear it? Do you hear the sadness? No. There is no sadness in this pack. Leaves rustle, twigs pop. The sadest things are in silence, not in wails of despair. They howl for the moon. For the pack. For everything.
Do you wish to answer the call, and join the pack?