<font style='margin-left:20px;'>The darkening sky wrapped Tisa’s pelt in deep contrast as she drug herself up the steep mountain. The she wolf breathed deeply and occasionally a small whimper of pain escaped her maw. The open wound in her neck was on its way to healing thanks to a kind wolf’s help, but it was still fresh and tender. Ribs expanded and collapsed as her lungs pushed for air. The mountain was steep and hard to climb, but Tisa was determined. The mountain seemed to be calling her.</font>
<font style='margin-left:20px;'>It seemed a desolate place. Any scent of wolves was old and quickly fading. This pleased the silver wolf, who sought temporary solitude. She climbed skyward until night was in full swing.
As Tisa slowed her pace and sought a place to rest, she caught the sight and scent of a male not much farther from herself. She paused, observing the stranger for a moment. What had brought him to this desolate mountain? Tisa let out a quiet howl to alert him of her presence before inching closer. </font>
<font style='margin-left:20px;'><b>“Hello, stranger.”</b></font>