Aquila

The old wolf trots through the fog, towards the top of the hill. His back fur makes him obvious, but he feels safe in his pack. With a yawn revealing large, yet worn teeth, Aquila curls up and falls into a rare deep sleep.

Aquila

As the sun rises higher and clears much of the fog, he awakens and becomes more uncomfortable in the heat. Lifting stiffly onto his sore legs, he ambles of towards the den.