The Wolves' War

illed with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers, and the earthy smell of damp soil. Kaida Moonwhisper, a young wolf with piercing yellow eyes, stirred in her den. She stretched her

paws pounding the earth in a rhythmic beat. The forest came alive around her, the trees seeming to m

unds of the forest. The trees seemed to loom above her, their branches creaking and swaying in the breeze. The air was filled with the scent of wildflowers, and the earthy smell of damp soil. Kaida took a deep breath, feeling the moon's energy still coursing through her veins. She knew that she would have to return to the pack soon, but for now, she was content to simply be. She lay down on the forest floor, her eyes closing as she let the

cool morning air enveloped her, carrying the scent of the forest and the sound of distant birdsong. Kaida took a deep breath, feeling the moon's energy still coursing through her veins. She knew that she would have to return to the pack soon, but for now, she was content to simply be. She began to run, her paws pounding the earth in a rhythmic beat. The forest came alive around her, the trees seeming to move and twist in the flickering morning light. Kaida felt free, unencumbered by the worries of the pack. She was a wolf, wild and untamed, and the forest was hers to explore. As she ran, the wind rushing past her face, Kaida felt a sense of exhilaration wash over her. She was alive, and the forest