A long howl pierced the silence of the arctic tundra. Silver was calling into the sky, hoping for another wolf to appear. He waited for a moment, then gave up. It's pointless, the young wollf thought disdainfully. There wasn't a sign of anything for miles. The only thing there was him and the starry night sky. Silver trotted across the snow towards the river, where his den was.
It has been days since the last time Gimaron had had a decent meal. Since a pup, he had been traveling, alone, searching for a pack to call his own. ((fail o;))
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He's called Silver because of the silver tint in his fur.=3