That day, the Dumas Moon Pack pulsed with enthusiasm and the throbbing rhythm of drums. Under the vast clear sky, the greatest warriors of the pack were bathed in their own sweat as their hands never ceased striking the drums with a large heavy stick. Instead, with every passing second, the beat grew louder and heavier until the earth and sky could feel their excitement and joy. The clear weather complemented by a cool breeze turned out to be favorable for the Dumas Moon Pack on the big day of the year, the day of memorial for Alpha Austin and Luna Aziza.
The ground beneath the attendees thumped violently as their hearts beat and moved according to the sound of drums that filled their blood with pleasure and excitement. Nearly all of the Kingdom's high-ranking wolves had gathered for the
