"Ancestors scattered across the Starryfall, heed my call!" A cream-white wolf howled, filling the beautiful, dark, and quiet caverns with a musical sound.
        Lights flashed as the wolf continued to howl, all the ones following after them, howling in their own separate tones. The flickering lights soon slowed, and started to float as if they were little stars, drifting across the caverns.
        The lights soon spoke, in a loud but gentle voice. Welcome to the Starryfall, Pack of Howling Hollow. The wolves all dipped their head to a glowing blue sphere that the sparkling lights had gathered around.
        "Reedfall has finally fallen. We bring him here to walk with the spirits tonight." The cream-white wolf spoke, having turned to all the others. 
        Two wolves, heads tucked and tails tucked, carried the former Alpha's body and set it gently in front of the sphere. Time seemed to pause for a second. Then minutes. After what seemed like a wolf's whole life cycle, the sphere and lights spoke.
        He will walk with us tonight, and prove himself through the trials of the fallen. However, Swift.... you do not need a ceremony. You have proved yourself time and time again, and all of that, has caused many ancestors to look upon you as a hero. You have earned yourself as the new Alpha you are, and you should be with your own pack instead of with us, as you have already a reincarnation. Take care of Reedfall's daughters, until he comes again. Swift, you are now known, as Swiftfall. 
        The lights faded, and the sphere seemed to fade, taking Reedfall's body with it. The wolves dipped their heads until the lights and sphere were gone, and then lifted them and commenced a mourning howl. It was their way of celebrating a life and a loss, and to set their alpha's reincarnation. Sometimes it didn't always work, but sometimes.... they found their leader once more. 
        Reedfall, however, had been not a wolf... but a dog. He had earned his place in the pack, and they did not know of his family until they arrived. He had died that following day they had found his family, yet they still could care for his daughters while the mother was never found and the father was dead. And the pack of wolves, knew, that their daring Reedfall would return, and that a prophecy would be told by him.
        They just had to wait for that day.