HOWLS ON THE HILL The rare sight of the sun could be seen over the hills of Bridgewood, illuminating the dew that clung to the grass. It was late summer, the beastly heat giving way to cool mornings. Perfect for those creatures that had thick coats of fur. And along with the morning came the rising of the wolfbloods. It was an important day for all of them. It was two nights before the full moon. The pull could be felt all around. Sight, smell, sound, everything felt better. More alive. Even though it was getting to be into autumn, the temperature was around the fifties. Perfect weather for sweaters. To be exact the date is September 6th, the full moon is on September 8th, and rises at 8 pm, and disappears at 7 am. The North Wind, isn't much of a pack right now. There aren't many wolves in the pack, and are just trying to live their lives. South Wind, on the other hand, is being encroached by another village, and expanding their territory, right into the North Wind.