They knew; the very moment their alpha made his choice for life, they knew. They could smell the husky scent of lovemaking on the wind, hear the cries of their new beta. They heeded to the dominance of their new-found leader as he snarled and growled. Gazing as they were, turned toward the balcony window that led into their room, they saw the slide of skin on skin.

It was a young bitch that first threw her head up to the moon and began the cry, hers of sorrow at her loss. Hardly seconds later, her song was joined by that of acceptance; the bitch he had chosen was strong, they had seen the three traitors as they had walked into their midst. Even if they had seen her become a man, they knew that there was nothing to be done of it. So, they sang of acceptance, if not grudgingly. The howl of possessive greed overrode every one of them, long and thick, as if to declare his choice to the moon that had mothered them.

And, somewhere in the distance, where the moon was just yielding to the rising sun, two other wolves halted in their search for their own place in life. They looked to each other, and then to where the darkness still remained dominant. After a long pause, the bitch threw her head back first, her black muzzle pointing to the full, near-glowing, disk in the sky, her brown body bowing to it; and her actions were followed by the crème- colored male.

Where the moon had not even seen the bright rays of the sun, two wolves and a fox looked up from where they had been resting against each other. The fox stood first, his golden fur ruffling as he began dancing on his paws, yapping to join the song. A large gray wolf, his glossy black fur glistening under his first mother, eyed his partner, before he joined as well. A near-silver bitch perked her ears at her pack mates, and then her voice was there as well.

If someone were to have stood where their journey had begun, they would see a group of adults gazing into the thick forest in which they had disappeared into. Eyes the color of melted chocolate turned to look at eyes of his beta.

"What do you think that they're singing for?" The man who had raised the same golden fox asked, the same melted chocolate eyes returning to the woods. The blonde beta shook her head, her eyes rising from the continuous woods to the near-blue moon.

"Whatever it is that free wolves sing about." She said in irritation.

"Whatever it is that teenagers find amazing enough about to sing about." Said the silver-haired adult, a book before his face, though he had long since begun eying the woods. All three adults turned to the last as the man with dim obsidian eyes burst out laughing.

"Kakashi! Surely, this song sounds familiar to you. This is the same song you sung when you first proposed to Iruka!" He smiled largely, ignorant of the blush that painted the brunette's voice as the memory was brought up; their beta raised an eyebrow at the two men. "But, you must listen to the tone of it, does it not remind you of anything else?"

As the song continued, the three adults that could not understand strained their ears. Finally, the brunette snapped his head to their beta with surprise on his face, the blue, and red eyes of the other closed for a moment before he turned back to his book.

"This is the same song that sounded when our alpha first chose his beta." There was a moment of quiet respect for both long-gone souls; their beta had died giving birth, but their alpha had died in his old age. It was hardly their own memory, themselves having been young pups when he had been chosen as alpha, but it had been a story of a song that carried for miles upon hours. That had been before their blonde beta, who watched them curiously. After a few minutes of unexplained silence, she smirked, one hand planting onto her hip.

"Well then, how would be a lovely time to make an alliance, wouldn't it, then? Gai."

"Yosh!…?"

"Find the source of that howling, and then ask if they would like to have a chat with us." She turned away from the forest, the song as loud as when they had first been attracted out by the sound of it, and began walking home. "A new leader means a new beginning."

Yes, this chapter was supposed to be short. Writing a sex scene didn't feel right.