He looked up at the clouds, low and dark, almost foreboding. Shaking himself to rid himself of the snow the silver tipped timber wolf started to lope again, angling his decent to the glade below where the rest of the pack waited. His name was Skydancer, alpha male, mate of Softeyes the alpha female, he had seen seven winters in his lifetime and was in his prime. It was time to lead the pack in search of food, a herd of caribou was over the ridge from which he now descended. The hunt was something he always looked forward to. The pack greeted Skydancer with enthusiastic yelps.
The mate needs a new name... Moondancer maybe? Softeyes does not sound very wolflike at all.
"There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls." George Carlin (1937 - )