It was a beautiful, early summer day, with nothing clouding the crisp blue sky. The pack was at rest, happily grooming each other and fixing up the dens and nests. A giant moose carcass lay in the middle of the clearing, almost completely picked clean by the used-To-Be-hungry wolves.

And on this gorgeous day, a she-wolf gave birth to four Pups. The Pups were named Hail, Thunder, Song, and Cloud. The four Puppies suckled hungrily on their mother's milk, unaware of the future they would have ahead of them. Unaware of the fear and hunger they'd have to deal with. Unaware of anything but the warmth of their nursery and their mother. Such simple lives they dealt with now...unfortunately, good things never last for the pure hearted.