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The silver wolf howls, long and sorrowful. The howl travels up and up into the moonlit night. It travels past the tall pine trees into the snow covered mountains. An ear, lifts up as the howl tickles the hairs inside. A jet black wolf sits up from his midnight snooze. His ears are perked up to catch anymore howls. He hears one more then, silence. He howls back in a reasuring voice. The howl returns, softer than before. He howls louder so the distant wolf can hear his voice. The howl is a little louder, but still very soft. He howls one last time, then begins to descend down the mountain, towards the weak voice. He reaches where he last heard the howl, then smells, searching for the wolf. He detects another wolf with his sensitive nose. He goes in the direction of the smell. At the end of the trail he finds 4 new-born pups and a exhausted,but cheerful new mother. His fangs poke out from under his lips in a wolf grin and he licks the pups on their heads as they wiggle about their mother's side.

-Nadia M. Rios