Aquila

Aquila awakened after a long rest. The air smelt damp, but warmer than it was before. The warmth eased the pain in the elder wolf's sore joints, and promted him to come out from his den. His black pelt, streaked on the ruff and side with silver marks, was ragged. His dim golden eyes blinked in the sudden light of the sun, and Aquila took in a deep breath. He wished Autumn, Blizzard, and Raven were here, but figured they were off exploring.

The thought sounded nice, so the old wolf strode slowly away from the den, and headed for Pike's Lake.