The air was crisp and clear. The leaves from the tree were still falling as if nothing changed. The cool breeze tried to warm the future Beta of the moonstone pack so that he would continue his journey through the hills of Savias. The moon above lit his path with white light so that he can see clearly, and the owls hooted to warn him. He felt the hills shivering with the cold or with fear. Fear of what or who resided a few miles away. The back of his hair stood up as the air turned foreign and mysterious. When the hills ended, and the famous lake of Kaaaya appeared in his path, the future Beta inhaled the sweetness of the water and the spiciness of the foreign air. Taking out the water bottle, he sipped on the familiar unsweetened water to feel somewhat at home. Exhaling through his mouth,
