The moon shone high in the night sky, its silver glow illuminating the dense forest below. The air was heavy with anticipation as the elders of the pack gathered around a large stone circle, their gray fur shining in the moonlight. The elders of the pack were the wisest and most respected members, entrusted with making important decisions for the well-being of their fellow shifters. Among them was Elder Abigail, known for her sharp intellect and compassionate heart towards the pack.
In the heart of the circle stood Lycan, joyous and filled with anxiety that almost burst out of him. His midnight black fur exuded an aura of authority as he leaned against a gnarled oak tree, his eyes fixed on the elders. Soon, a hushed silence fell upon the gathering as Elder Abigail raised her paw, and gestured for everyone to gather closer.
