Setting:

The moon is high and full, casting a silver light on the clearing. The elder wolf, Greymuzzle, steps into the centre of the circle. The pack sits attentively, their eyes reflecting the moon's glow. The rhythmic drumming continues softly in the background.

Story:

Greymuzzle begins with a deep, resonant voice that carries the weight of many seasons:

"Long ago, under a sky just like this, there lived a brave and wise wolf named Silverfang. Silverfang was known throughout the forest for his gleaming silver coat and sharp instincts. He led our ancestors through many winters, teaching them the ways of the hunt and the wisdom of the stars.

One night, as the pack rested beneath the full moon, Silverfang noticed a strange, new light in the sky. It was brighter than any star and seemed to move slowly across the heavens. He called the pack together and spoke of his vision: 'This light is a sign from the Moon Mother. We must follow it to discover its meaning.'

Trusting their leader, the pack set out, following the mysterious light. They travelled through dense forests and across wide rivers, facing many challenges. The journey was long and some began to doubt. But Silverfang's unwavering spirit kept them united.

As they climbed a steep, rocky mountain, the light grew closer and brighter. At the summit, they found a clearing where the light hovered above. Silverfang raised his head and howled, a call filled with respect and curiosity. To their amazement, the light descended and took the form of a celestial wolf, shimmering with stardust.

The celestial wolf spoke: 'I am Lupus, guardian of the constellation that bears my name. You have shown great bravery and unity in your journey. Because of this, I will share with you the knowledge of the Star Hunters, the wolves who run among the stars and watch over your pack.'

Lupus taught Silverfang and his pack how to read the stars, to find their way and understand the changing seasons. He revealed that the Star Hunters were their ancestors, watching and guiding them from the night sky. 'When a wolf joins the stars,' he said, 'their spirit remains to protect and inspire you. Every full moon, they listen to your howls and answer with their light.'

With this wisdom, Silverfang and his pack returned home. They shared the knowledge with their kin and, from that day, the wolves of the forest celebrated The Howling: a ceremony to honour the celestial bodies and the Star Hunters.

Silverfang's legacy lived on and, even now, when we look to the night sky, we see the Star Hunters shining down on us, reminding us of our connection to the universe and to each other. As we howl tonight, remember Silverfang and the journey that brought us this sacred tradition. We are never alone, for the spirits of the stars are always with us.'