The wolf lies in his cave, watching the horizon. Storm clouds are gathering.
"Lightning is something special, you know? It is beautiful from a distance, but it kills and destroys with precision. Lightning is so hot that it can turn entire trees into ash in a heartbeat, but it seems so cold."
The storm begins to rage and flashes of light dance across the sky. The wolf stands up and his yellow eyes reflect the electricity coming from the sky.
"I followed the lightning here. It saved us and gave us strength.", the wolf whispers and steps onto the ledge in front of his cave.
He throws his head back and howls at the raging sky. Below him the pack joins.
