~Azaria~
The night was alive with the primal energy of the full moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the land. As the members of the Greenwood pack gathered beneath its luminous gaze, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, palpable and electrifying. The eyes of members stretched far and wide extending into the forest so far I didn't see an end.
Alaric's father, the formidable alpha of the pack, stood at the forefront, his majestic form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. With a powerful exhale, he unleashed an alpha howl that reverberated through the night, a call to the pack to join in the ancient ritual.
One by one, the wolves raised their heads to the heavens, their voices blending in a harmonious chorus that echoed across the wilderness. And then, Alaric stepped forward, his gaze steady as he prepared to unleash his own alpha howl.
