Glass
His tail curled around his back legs, keeping him warm. The small trickle of fall lieves fell down off the almost blank trees, leaving the ground a colorful mass of old lieves. It was a stunning sight. But Glass also knew that that ment they needed to find food, and fast. All the animals will ither hibernate, or just die. This left Glass on edge. He knew that late fall is when wolves like to join packs.... And he already had a few in his pack, and he knew more were on the way. A sudden howl in the distance perked up his long blac pointed ears. With a swift movement, he got up and threw his head back, sending a howl echoing off the woods. He sat on a large bolder in the middle of the pack, he called it, alpha rock. Silently, he wated for a responce