she sat at the base of the tree and let loose a long, low howl aimed at the moon. She howled for her friends, her pack, her family, and him. The here and now were not important. Only that point in time mattered, for they had gone. All of them, gone. The rival pack had came in the middle of the night and massacred them all. She had been lucky to escape, as she had been out hunting a few miles away. It was up to her to get revenge. How she would do that, she did not know. All she knew, was that for tonight she would grieve. She would send her howls to the sky, in the hopes that her pack would hear her. She would howl until she could howl no more. She would howl in anguish tonight, and in victory when their deaths were avenged.