What started with two lone wolves soon became a slowly growing pack whose members just want to live in peace.

They swim, hunt, search for little treasures on the shore and even learned to fish together. Sometimes they pause to watch humans play in the water.

They often lie together at night gazing up at the stars.

There is something in all of them that is fascinated with the creatures with so little fur that walk on two legs and yell to each other. It seems so familiar, yet so distant. Could that have been them? Were they human once too?

Or is it just a silly little story that grown wolves like to tell their pups?