Call away the memories; Briena

The wash of wind that touched the sun baked earth brought with it the tastes and sounds of the life before him and with its gentle push it seems also to take the light. The evening was growing late and the shadows stretching ever further against the earth, shadowy tall trees growing and stretching out like fingers against the earth reaching further and further until there touch fell against the lake and distorted in tiny little ripples.
It was here that he could be found, beneath the long expansive of a distant shadow after stilling his movement and raising his head to the cool touch of the wind. It was here that he had decided he could go no further; the touch of life came in the form of scent, strong or distant depending on the ripples and pull of air.

He sat lithely on his hunches with his thick expanse of tail curling about his hind legs. He raised head touching the cool frame of wind. He had not yet crossed the carefully placed border-markings, but sat on their outskirts even as the sun faded and the moon begun to rise. He was thrown against a stark and translucent glow of silver that washed colour from the earth around him and highlighted the subtle shifts of white-silver-grey that frolicked along his coat.

The sun was completely gone now; a full moon rich and heavy in the air above him, the hour of the wolf had arrived. It was now that he opened his powerful jaws, and broke the silence of the night with his heart-wrenching melody. Within its notes held a message, not quite a summoning for he would not be so presumptuous, but instead an acknowledgment, a respect for territory and a question to those that ruled here.
He cut off his cry with a snap of his fangs and waited as still as the night for a reply in either sound or presence in response to his call.