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All the wolf could think about were the sounds.
The snaps of the crickets, the whistling of the trees.
And in the far off distance, the continuous howling at the full glowing moon making a symphony of choruses when mixed with his own.
The wolf had no idea that on this very night plans were being made by people he thought enemies to stop the stones put in place by people he trusted all to save the people he loves the most.