A soft melody. A weak cry. The double gasp of two beloved wolves on a nightly stroll under the moonlight. Wren's arrival into the Windriders pack was highlighted by the full moon's shine. A little bundle, lost & alone. A miracle to his parents, & unbeknown to the pack he now called home; their miracle. Shortly after Wren's first year crowning; disaster befell the Windriders. A flash flame like no other. Light & screams of distressed wolves filled the night sky. With little hesitation, Wren led a majority of the youth away from the inferno. Upon a distant bank, they waited for the rest of the pack. But sadly, little of their family rejoined them. Night turned to dawn, dawn to day, & eventually, coaxed by the Pack's head scout, Synn, Wren turned tail upon the pack's old home, & led his family far, far away. Taking the young to a place safe deep within the rainforest. There they would be safe; there they would restart. There they would flourish, & there they would sing until their ballad rode the wind back to their home. Back to the Windriders.