It was a cold night. A slight breeze went through the air rustling the leaves and causing a slight chill in the night. It was a full moon that night and it was already in the middle of the sky. Each pack had a fire going to protect themselves from the snow that littered the land. In the moonlight everything looked peaceful and calm. It was a good night to relax and enjoy because nights like these didn't come often. The mountain that Blood Scar lived in could be scene from the ground and from the peek of the mountain the forest underneath looked small and week. It also had a slight ominous feeling about it. The pack never looked off the other side of the mountain however... that was a forest no one had braved to enter for some time now... no one ever came back.