Since I forgot to do this earlier, let me do it no:
Anaias, the wolf:
Long ago, there was a wolf named Anaias. He was a god among wolves, the alpha of the group. No one knew what made this wolf so strong, so bold, and so great.
At night, when there was a full moon, Anaias would go up on the highest hill he could find. He would get into a stance, and look straight at the sky, and howl. When he howled, his spirit was filled with the power of the moon. One filled, he could do anything.
Once, he and his pack were at their den, resting, when hunters came. They began firing their shotguns at the dogs, killing off the slow and the non agile. Anaias would be able to take a shot when he had the moon’s power, so he was able to withstand a shot and still fight. With the help of Anaias and other elite dogs, they took down the hunters and fled.
But sadly, the wound stayed with Anaias. It was a fatal wound that could not be healed. Anaias, in his last hours, did all he could to get food and shelter for his remaining pack. He found a nice cave, and 2 deer. Afterwards, Anaias went to the top of the highest hill he could find on a full moon night, and howled one last time. The last howl took his spirit to the Moon, where his spirit forever gives power to wolves. Anaias’s death was a gain to all wolves.
To this very day, wolves everywhere howl to the moon for power and wisdom, hoping to capture Anaias’s spirit for a short time in order to have his strength to fight off hunters or hunt down prey. And that is why wolve’s howl.