[b]Moonlight Manor[/b]
Damien watched the sunrise, his eyes memorized by the different shades of color that were now coming into view. The dark blue of the night sky began to change its tone from a dark color to a more light indigo with different shades of orange, pink, and yellow mixed together. His eyes focused on the changing scenery much like artist would when he would want to make a stroke just right. 
Though the sight was beautiful he turned his attention down below as the mists of the morning fog began to roll in, enveloping and covering everything in its past. It was now morning and the forest began to awaken. The rabbits came from their burrows, the deer drank from the streams, the wind blew and with it a message was sent rustling whatever wildlife in the woods that were still sleeping to wake up. The people in the manor were no different, inside he heard familiar sounds of floors creeking, doors opening, and his fellow wolves getting ready to start their day.
Damien stood there on the balcony of the highest floor of the manor studying the events taking place like much a king does when he overlooks his kingdom. This had become a routine for him long before he had become the alpha of his pack five years ago. No this routine went back to his days in Russia when he was just 10 years and his grandfather finally allowed him to hunt on his own. Every day for 15 years he would watch the sun rise, and every day he would watch it set. Weither it be here or Russia the sun still rose and still set. With a deep breath he howled into the distance, letting it be carried by the winds. It is finally morning