The Alpha Male named Lokyu stretched out his massive muscular and weathered frame on the hill which was raising up from the stone ground in the densite area. He opened his wide jaws, revealing white sharp dogteeth which began glowing, lightened by the clear full moon with orange tint. His yellowish colored , blurry, yet intelligent eyes, glimmering on the bright moonlight. His tail highly lifted up in the air and his big ripped ears turned back against the skull. He tilted his head down, hurling a glance at the lands beneath him. Lokyu inhaled fresh air through his widen nostrils before raising up his cranium up at the sky and erupting out a deep, continuous and harsh howl which pierced the nighttime atmosphere. It was sounding above all - above the calm songs of the nightingale, above the familiar cricket sounds coming out from their owners hidden among the grass. While he was divulging out in the forest his magnificent howl, the rest of the pack members turned their heads over towards their Father immediately. All they were spreaded around the territory's lands which were a mix of plains, mountains, hills and a lake among them all. It was an unbelieveable view of their lands, especially through the night, when the trees and the grass were wet, covered with a fresh dew. It looked even more beautiful during a Full Moon, when the light was bright and strong, enough to make the stunning effect as if the dew drops, glowing on the light, were millions of shiny diamonds. The willow tree was "crying" above the lake, causing the familiar "pop" sound when the tears fall in the water. Not long after since the Alpha started to howl, more than 10 howls participated in his song. Each one of the howl was unique, sounding extremely different from the others. The howls were describing their owners' personalities perfectly - for example, one was sounding as if the voice of the wolf was covered with red velved, filled with the sweetest honey. Some of the howls were fading away, but just a second after that were joining in the choir again. Their song of blended voices lasted for about 10 minutes - it sounded melancholically and somehow mournful. The choir of unique howls gradually faded away and lost in the nightingale's song. The whole song was a sure warn that it's time for hunting. Led by their Father, in a straight line, the wolves hid themselves in the dense forest. The beautiful nature of the pack's territory was left behind for the next few hours as the tip of the last omega's tail went out of sight.
