Under the soft, silver glow of the moon, a lone wolf stands silently against the midnight sky, his piercing gaze fixed on the horizon waiting for something long lost. Every strand of his coat shimmers in the moonlight, a silent testament to lonely nights beneath the stars. The wind whispers through the trees, carrying memories of his pack and howls that once echoed through the valleys but have since faded into silence. Yet in his eyes burns the quiet strength of survival, and a longing for connection, for the comfort of a shared song beneath the moon’s eternal watch.