Blackfeather Woods I'm being followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow

Without Jubilee to help him, the male had resorted more and more to theivery in order to survive. Even so, he was thinner than he'd ever been, and getting sick to boot. He missed man and his fires more than ever, and finally, had succumbed to the knowledge that he would not be able to survive on his own. And since he could not make it back to man and his old sledding team, he'd have to join a pack.

The male approached the first border he came across, shivering at the scent of death and decay that lingered here. None of the other packs had smelled quite like this, but Revolver didn't know enough about wolves to say whether or not it was strange. Completely oblivious to the danger he might be in, the male tipped back his head and gave an ugly howl.