The snow falls silent as it grows dark.

All you can hear are footsteps of some animal.

The moon rises a full, beaming bright red.

Knowing this the wolves of night start to sing their song of happiness.

The wolves start to howl and yell, singing as it echoes through the forest.

The cast of a silhouette shows upon the moon.

The wolf is in a howling stance, standing with pride.

Wolves start to dance, running around, faster and faster.

The footsteps sounding like a rhythm that keeps on going in the night.

Then the rhythm stops, gunshots of unwanted humans are sound,

and then finally the music is dead.