Chassy
The Howlers Pack,nestled within a dense expanse of ancient woodlands,greeted me and Jack with an ambiance that resonated with the untamed spirit of the wolves.Towering trees,their branches forming a natural canopy,whispered secrets to the wind as sunlight filtered through the foliage,dappling the forest floor with patches of warm golden hues.Then a warrior led us to the parking area and started walking our way to the pack house.
A light breeze that rustled the leaves overhead carried the scent of pine,which lingered in the air.The ground beneath our feet was carpeted with a lush layer of moss and fallen needles,muffling the sounds of footsteps and lending an earthy fragrance to the surroundings.The Howlers Pack had established their territory in a place where nature's embrace felt both protective and ancient.