*One Night...*
The wolf slowly limped down the gorge. He got to the rows and rows of dens, where he could still hear puppy barking or an elder snoring. But theses days were long gone, very long gone. The wolf closed his eyes, in a mental agony.
How could this happen? he thought. The wolf looked to the stars, and they twinkled back.
"I let you down! I let all of you down!" he howled. The wolf looked to his paws, staring at the ground. He stared around the camp, whimpering. His mate Silver, his daughter Tori, his beta Kola, all of them, gone. His healer Falcon, dead. All he had worked hard for gone.
This wolf's name was Cronical, and his pack has fallen.
