C159 Breaking Through

The blazing sun was high in the sky, yet the valley that housed the wolf's den was bathed in a cool breeze. Most of the Howling Moon Silver Wolves sought out shady spots to doze off in.

Langao sprawled on his favorite stone slab by the creek, eyelids drooping, limbs splayed, and tail wagging contentedly.

"Langao, come fight!"

A commanding shout reverberated through the valley