All hail the Glow Cloud

Crescendo smelled the boundarys of another pack, but he was too tired to care. His wounds had stopped their seemingly endless bleeding, but the pain didn't. He took no heed, for he was a wolf that had gone through a lot of pain and not given up. He quickened his pace, for the scent of wolves was increasing. He would lope through, and no one would notice.

He hoped.