The night was cold and brisk, the full moon illuminated the beautiful forest. So many stars painted the sky, and the only sounds being made were the quiet rustling of the leaves, and the noises from the nocturnal animal life that inhabited the area. It was the perfect night for Dilyn, the newest leader of the crescent pack to go on a late night sprint through the woods, along with their pack of course.

Before they were pack leader, Dilyn was the quiet reserved type, the one that kept to themself at pack meetings or ate their dinner further from the bunch. The only reason they came upon the title of leader was defending themself from the former title holder. A man by the name of Franz Delgado. It was a grueling fight that ended with his head on a stick.

Now, Dilyn was running free with their pack, but ended up trailing off, further into the forest by their lonesome. They let out a loud, grueling howl, running past a few lakes and trees.