As you hear the first howl peirce through the night, you know the wolves have taken flight. The sooty gloom is there land and home, for hunting and sneaking as they roam. They love the dusk they adore the moon, they run through the trees as they're known to be goons. When you hear the last howel peirce through the night, they leap through the wood like a shooting light.

"Fear makes the wolf bigger then he is"- unknown