The evening tread on, the moon pacing the lower parts of the sky on its way down.
The pack members were fewer and fewer on the howling rock as the hours passed. One or two would leave at first for whatever reasons, some alone, some in small groups, and those lucky few who left with that special someone, but as the night went on and on, the mga lobo all packed in until only two or three remained, and even then, they had trailed off just before the sun rose.
It was a late night for the entire pack, even Stern and his crew got their play, despite having to run the standard perimeter checks earlier...
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