A FAMILY SEEKING TO SING DOWN WOODS

The trees is thrumming with the sounds of fall. Birds tweet in the leaves and squirrels chitter through the undergrowth. But tonight, a new sound sways on the breeze: the low, guttural cry of a wolf. A small wolf roams the borders of the trees, its silver eyes searching. The moon, a glowing orb in the velvet sky, throws long shadows that dance with