Crys of other wolves fill the air in this land, but few of the owners of these cries can be seen, for this is the land of lone wolves. Though those wolves with no pack do no con consider this a "pack", it is a place some of them gather to rest of for friendships. Here, the land is flat and green, with cherry blossom trees, once every five yards, and at the end of the line of trees, a large lake, with fish and cool water. The and gets it name, for while both moons can be seen, the crimson moon seems so far away, while the blue glows brightly both day and night, calling to those who see it.
Welcome to the land of the lone wolves.
