Wolf

The lone wolf emerged from the woods and stood at the edge of a wide valley. Down below, he could see the lights of a village. He was on unfamiliar ground and on the territory of another wolf pack. He suppressed his urge to howl, because that would attract the other wolfs. In his current state, he wouldn't stand a chance against them.
A mild wind blew through the valley, rustling through the trees, causing the first dead leaves to drop. The wolf knew that the weather would soon change. The air was already turning colder and the night's sky was clear and full of bright stars. The young moon sat too low in the sky to provide much light. But the wolf didn't mind the darkness and sniffed the air. It was filled with promise.