Edge of the Dark Forest
"Awoooooh!"
The howl pierced the silence, long and commanding, echoing deep into the dark forest.
At the edge of the tree line stood two majestic white wolves. Their fur was pure white—glowing faintly beneath the moonlight like frost woven from silk. But it wasn't just their beauty that made them extraordinary.
They were enormous. Each one easily twice the size of a normal wolf. Standing shoulder to shoulder, as they howled in unison toward the forest's heart, never once stepping beyond its edge.
The howls faded into the night, and after a silent beat, the two turned to glance at each other. No words were spoken, yet their expressions shifted—communication passed in a glance.
And then, with fluid grace, both wolves transformed.
