Loup sits in his den. Alone. He longed for some wolf to come along. A friend to join him. He looked at the tree's swaying in the breeze and the grass dancing along to the night song of the wolves. He can't help himself, He tilts his head back and joins the song, his voice echoed over the land.
Willow shot up from his sleeping position, banging his head on the roof " Owww... " He groans. Then he tuts to himself, all he wanted was a nights sleep, but the song had lasted ages now. His eyes were droopy and his body weak. he rested his head again, tring to go to sleep. No such luck. In the end, he covers his ears with his paws, blocking the sound getting to his brain. He finally relaxes and sleeps.