Stone Circle Won't you come out, we can paint the town red

Silence reigned for but a minute. Wind fell still, the moon threw shadows, and the lone dark wolf sat. If not for his untimely presence at an unusual hour, it would have felt calm. Peaceful. Yet with his being, he brought an unease to the night. Something was about to happen, and the thought turned his blackened lips skyward.
The darkness broke as the she-wolf sprinted into view, her hackles raised. Snow sprayed into the air, sprinkling the calm stance of the beast. As she spoke, he tilted his head as if curious of her behavior, his ears swiveled forward like a pup spying his first prey. His eyes glinted as he casually stood up and shook himself. The fur had barely settled back when he suddenly lunged, a shadow in the night, latching onto her throat, snarling. Ears laid back, he spoke, a voice like thunder. The name is Lonzo, and you will learn it fast. And it is you who will be ended. Yet you will feel pain first! Sinking his teeth further into her throat, the taste of blood made an amused chuckle rise out of his throat.