Such a distinctive and powerful howl, of course, came from Charcoal.
Lame Leg, who had been lying in the grass, twitched his ears, then suddenly stood up with bright, spirited eyes.
Yarn Ball, above the visitor's corridor, opened her eyes wide and leapt up.
The old wolf Torn Ear, full of vicissitudes, also walked out from his cave.
Doudou lay on the ground, gazing at Charcoal's silhouette, panting, as if every drop of blood in her body had ignited!
All the wolves in Wolf Valley were now looking in the direction from which the howling sound was coming.
Then, they couldn't help but lift their heads and started howling one after another!
There were raw raspy howls like a raging wind, heart-wrenching roars as if they had not loved in a long while, melodious and gentle howls like those of a delicate girl, and jubilant cheers like celebrating a goal, with different tones and pitches intertwining.