Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

The sound of the howl was stronger than any he had heard. Even in the distance it rang clearly, telling of many wolves - more wolves than he could possibly imagine. It made him wonder, what were their stories, why were they howling. It filled his chest with air and when he tipped his head back he did not hesitate to let out a raspy high pitched answer to the call. One day he would see more of the world and perhaps he would meet some of these faces. Joining into the symphony made him feel grown up and a part of something in a way not quite like being part of his pack or his family but still connected. So despite its youth his voice was strong as it rang out into the night.