Luna's Own Pack
A year later, a leader looks back once
Winter returned, and once again the hill turned white.
A full had passed since I first met Luna.
The snow was deep, and the cold wind was .
I walked on the North Hill, just like that first day.
My memories of the little wolf were still warm and clear.
Luna has changed so much during this long, full .
She was smaller and weaker than any wolf last winter.
Now she is stronger and braver than I ever imagined.
That morning, I looked far across the white, frozen hill.
On the highest , I saw some grey wolves standing.
There were four or five of them, close together.
They have made a small pack on the northern hill.
In the middle stood one tall and grey wolf.
She was bigger than the others, and she stood proudly.
My heart beat fast, because I knew that wolf well.
"Luna," I whispered. "You have found your own family."
She has become a , stronger than she was before.
Luna has learned everything a wild wolf needs to know.
For one long , the tall wolf turned her head.
She looked back at me across the wide, white snow.
It was only one look, but it said a thousand words.
" you," her calm eyes seemed to say to me.
Then Luna turned and led her pack over the far hill.
I have learned that watching over someone is also helping.