Tribal Packs #7

Overhead, the thunder rolls across the sky, the ground shaking from the sheer intensity. Alpha Wolfe Featherstone stood at the edge of the rolling hills, brave, staring at the sky as if daring it to do it's worst. Behind him stood his pack, all watching the storm, bravely. Alpha Wolfe smiling, calling to his pack, The gods are angry today... He says, chuckling, his blue eyes sparkling in the sky.