Members of the pack are lined side-by-side, all holding small glowing lights on long hooks. The lights are raised high in front of them, creating a makeshift bridge to walk under. There is about a foot between each pack member, allowing for the line of lights to go on farther than the eye can see, twisting behind a bend in the trees. But that isn't the most beautiful part, they all sing softly in Russian, and even though I can't understand the words, my eyes still fill with unshed tears. Danyal walks with me under the lights, and I watch in awe as the people we past follow behind us, the lights they carry glowing brightly.
Danyal leans over and whispers in my ear. "They sing a song for the health and happiness of their Luna, for if the Luna is well, the pack is too."
"I thought it was if
