A howl was heard in the night. A wolf listened silently. Another Gnaw Wolf has returned to the MacNamara clan, he thought. Another howl was heard, this howl, the wolf knew, was from the leader of the MacNamara Clan. The howl heard earlier, was from the MacNamara Clan's Skreeleen. He sighed and looked around his den. At least everything seems to be going well for my clan, he thought. "Night?" a voice called from the entrance to his den. "Come in, Snow," Night called, his voice echoed through the cave. The pure white wolf walked in the cave. "What is it?" Night asked. "Night? Haven't you noticed how the MacNamara Clan is finding more Gnaw Wolves?" "Yes," the clan leader replied. "Do you think they might be finding wolves from other clans?" Night sighed, thinking for a moment. "No," he replied, "I don't think they would do that." Snow nodded. "Thank you, Night," she said and walked out of the den.