Amar:
The brown wolf nodded, his tail twitching in the breeze. The first stars were coming out on the darkening horizon, reminding him of the time. "Well, no way on but forward." He said, turning to face the darkness that stretched in front of him. Dead leaves from years and years of falls littered the ground. "Ara said that the pack here was driven out by something, though we could never find out what. For our own sake, let us hope it was a sickness or something that is too old and long forgotten." Amar turned around as a branch snapped in the night. "Did you hear that?" He asked, his hackles rising.