Screams of terror and cries of sadness fill the night. Still the battle rages on and challenges of might come from both sides. Yet a stranger appears, differing from them by his marks of shame. He growls quietly from exhaustion yet his voice still fills the clearing. Those in the fight snapping and biting at one another stop and look at him. He slowly raises his head getting everyones attention. His eyes showing sorrow and pain to those who look into them. Yet he does not fear the ones who were moments ago ready to kill. Instead he boldly raises his head in a challenge. It is neither for dominance nor in taking control. It is just a challenge to see who are brave enough to face the truth he is ready to tell. Both sides dont move and stare blankly. He finally answers with a low rumble that begins to build in his throat. All are familiar with this, but something is different. Something they cant place and all they can do is look on. It is then their blank expressions suddenly change into shock. Agony and regret surge through them as the loner in the center builds finally into his last stand. A single howl ends a silence that began with his appearance. It is he the loner who calls out in this sorrow filled howl. All the other bow their heads in shame. Tears falling from their faces. Enemies no more only confused and broken. It is the howl which gave him his name. The loner, the outcast, the one banished and forced to wear the scars of shame given by his own pack. He was the one with the truth. The one who showed them all the journey. The one filled with the curse of the power given to him alone. His howl rang across the land reaching everyone who would listen. He was the one from the legend. The chosen.