Setting: A lone Wolf sitting out in the snow, staring up at the moon...
His Pack has deserted him and left him to fend for himself...
He's cold, hungry and lonely... yet he just keeps staring at the moon, waiting for something...
Wolfe - Deep, Black coat of fur, yellow eyes, scar over left eye.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As Wolfe sat there, looking to the full moon, he wondered about nothing, just being content staring at it in it's fullness and beauty..
"It's so... Peaceful out here. No humans to screw everything up... No... Nothing at all.... Just me and the Moon..."
He sighed contentedly as he continued to stare...