In the twilight hours two wolves perched beneath a willow tree. Watching the setting sun over the river.
It was a sight that they have seen for along as they could remember, yet tonight might be the last time.
"Brother?"
"Yes, Aria?"
"Do you think that we will ever return here?"
"Of course we will. We are the last of the Blackwood bloodline. We are the ones who are supposed to lead this pack. This is our home. And no one will take it away without a fight. It's only for now that we are leaving."