::You can still hear ir.  It's getting louder in fact.  A wolf howls in the distance and the sounds echos eerily in you mind.  The hills are getting taller and you struggle up a steep rise.  The ground drops away before you, and your eyes widen in amazement.  The Call has stopped, perhaps you've found what it wanted you to.  You stare down into a lush valley.  Fox kits, wolf pups, and tiger cubs play in apprent harmony and safety.  Something even more out of the ordinary catches your eye.  A large white tiger with bat-like wings watches over the young ones, sitting at the base of.......of what?  You look up, breath struck out of you with wonder.  Surely this is what you were meant to find,
The Mountain of the Winter Moon. ::