If anyone was looking up at the top floor on this bright New moon night, they might see the shape of a wolf on the corner apartments small balcony, front paws up on the railing, looking longingly towards the mountains in the distance, ears listening intently.
If that 'anyone' had the hearing of a wolf they would understand the sudden, deep, plaintive howl the wolf on the balcony sings out with, it is a response to the moon carried howl of his mate many, many miles away. Even though he tries to be considerate, his soul won't let the call go unanswered...
After the howling dies away the wolf steps down from the railing and pads back into the apartment, unable to sleep he soon drags the comforter off the bed onto the balcony, pushes it into a pile, and settles in with his head on the highest part still looking to the mountains and home, until his eyes finally close in sleep again.