The setting: A North American Forest
The night air hung low throughout the forest. Wildlife called and foliage waved in the crisp night breeze. The trees stood watch and whispered in the breeze, knowing what was coming and wondering what would happen.
A blur moved silently through the treetops, barely rustling the leaves and it leaped from tree to tree. It was Cryo-Wolf, the Canine Crusader of the Full-Moon. A look of determination and confusion filled his eyes at once. He didn't know why he had received the summons, but he obeyed it none the less.
Cryo dropped down from the trees and hit the ground. He looked up, sniffing the air. There was no one around.
"Ok, I've had enough this Punk'd thing."
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