The wolf, determined to reach home, carefully naps on a tuft of wild green moss. His hooves twitching as he makes his way across a barren mountain road. His fur is tousled and rosy, and he holds a long heult that he cradles perfectly. The landscape around him is barren and eerily quiet, except for the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. This is a place where animals and nature can find themselves, engrossed in their own worlds.