I see the wolves running on the path through the dark moonless night.
Their silver fur blowing in the wind.
I feel their fur as they walk by me at sunset.
I hear them howling to each other or warning of danger.
I see their footprints in the snow.
So clearly against the ground.
I hear the sound of ice breaking as they break it to satisfy their thirst.
A tail held aloft is dominance, alphas do this.
A tail held down with a slight curve is relaxed or at ease.