While the other Ridge wolves slept, Kanosak kept his silent vigil, prowling about the borders to make sure no ill-doers thought to take advantage of the cover of the night. He had developed a routine now, each morning he would pass their border closest to the mountains and take a moment to simply enjoy the peace of sunrise... But something this morning had him on edge. Even the last stars of the evening were in hiding and the unnatural dark was unsettling, even to his well adjusted if partially clouded vision.

First that red wolf, who had two names and now this. He waited, atop the log he waited on every morning, but the sun did not come. His brows drew together in worry as he waited for the sun to come. With each passing moment he grew more and more concerned. Should he sound the alarm? Or should he wait a while longer?

The longer the darkness stretched the more nervous he became. Flashbacks to tales of his childhood about the wolves that chased the sun and the moon, and the one who wanted to devour them both... Would the sun ever rise again?