Deep in the boreal forests of Northern Alberta the Great Tree stood for hundreds of years and was home to a small pack of gray wolves for generations. The Great Tree, at the heart of the forest, was strong and healthy, giving protection to Keno and his pack. Many smaller animals and birds also found shelter in the Great Tree. There was always plenty of food and fresh water for the wolves and all the other animals. Winters were harsh and summers short, but the pack, lead by Keno, always managed to find enough for all. Keno was the wisest of the pack leaders in all the boreal forest. His eyes were ice-blue, piercing out from a coat of jet black fur.
“Have you noticed how the strangely quiet the forest seems, Keno?” Asked Sasha.
Sasha, was Keno’s right hand wolf in charge of safety and security. She was a large 10 year old gray wolf. Her sleek, silvery gray coat shimmered in the moonlight. She had noticed other strange things happening furt