The pack lies quietly in the cool shade beneath the towering trees.

The forest breathes softly, the gentle rustling of leaves stirred by a cool breeze weaving through the dense canopy, carrying with it a mix of scents: damp earth, pine needles, wildflowers, and the faint musk of nearby creatures.

The soft moss underfoot cushions every step, inviting rest. Somewhere nearby, small animals scurry swiftly through the underbrush, their movements barely audible but ever-present. The wolves recline calmly, their eyes alert yet relaxed, watching the subtle dance of shadows and light. Shafts of sunlight filter through the leafy canopy, scattering golden patterns on the forest floor.

Time seems to stand still, until one by one, the pack’s gaze turns toward {{user}}, their Alpha, waiting for a signal: to hunt, to patrol the borders of their territory, or to move as one.