Jonas looked out at the other wolves, he was depressed. But he really didn't know why. He knew he had list his memory last year because he had to come up with a name for himself. His caregiver who helped him was named Jonas. When he died, the younger wolf didn't have a name still. He was always just 'pup' although he was to old to be called that, Jonas didnt mind.
Echo looked put at the horizon and howled in a last goodbye to the pack. She just didn't belong here. She would stay just outside of their territory, so she wouldn't be disturbing them.
Set growled and winced at the sunlight. He strutted through the forest feeling confident


















