☽The wind howled like a pack of wolves hunting through the sparse trees.
The barren branches above shuddered in dismay as the last of their leaves left the great canopy.
The raining foliage showered over his still form as he stood, like a statue, amidst the snow coated swampland.
His ears perked to listen, head tilted skyward, as he reveled in the mournful call of nature.
The breeze picked up then, stealing the frosty breath from his nostrils. He was at peace.
This sanctuary of winter, of endless white and crystalline ice.
Here was his pack. His soulmate. This cold solitude. This Winter's Howl which echoed to his very core. Here he belonged.☾
