05-03-2012, 10:07 AM
Shadow listened to the story. It was a beautiful one and one that he was proud of and knew that his brothers and sisters would feel the same way. He noted Titania and gave her a big smile and nod and even worked his way over and gave her a gentle lick to the chin and he did the same to his sister Ciara. Once he gave his welcomes to the new comers he headed back to his spoke and listened to the story closely. As he listened he was slowly filled with a pride, and it grew and grew while Ignatius told his tail. Shadows tail was moving now as the wolf in the story got to the top of the mountain and then when the voice came out of no where he knew the moon was the one to grant the wolf the gift of song.
He waited with excitement as the wolf in the story howled and then there it was. The stranger howled and without waiting to see if it was the right thing to do he stood tall and raised his head high and let out a powerful howl like the one he had given when he first joined. His howl mixed with the strangers and the song of the wolves began. He closed his eyes and pretended that he was that wolf on the mountain top and he made sure to howl loud enough so all could hear him. He had been that loner in the story without a pack, he had been the one that traveled. Shadow had been that wolf that climbed mountains. In a way that story had sounded like it might have been about him and the power of his howl showed how happy he was to have a pack and family like he did now. If the pack of New Dawn all were to howl then they would be heard for miles and there song of pack and family would be beautiful and proud.
He waited with excitement as the wolf in the story howled and then there it was. The stranger howled and without waiting to see if it was the right thing to do he stood tall and raised his head high and let out a powerful howl like the one he had given when he first joined. His howl mixed with the strangers and the song of the wolves began. He closed his eyes and pretended that he was that wolf on the mountain top and he made sure to howl loud enough so all could hear him. He had been that loner in the story without a pack, he had been the one that traveled. Shadow had been that wolf that climbed mountains. In a way that story had sounded like it might have been about him and the power of his howl showed how happy he was to have a pack and family like he did now. If the pack of New Dawn all were to howl then they would be heard for miles and there song of pack and family would be beautiful and proud.