Once upon a time, in a world of small Celestial Isles, there was a young wolf cub named Sora. This little being, with a soft coat tinted in deep indigo, lived alone on his tiny island scattered with green grass, three fruit trees, a shimmering pond, and radiant flowers that delicately lit up at night, swayed by the wind or touched by fireflies if he was lucky enough to encounter them.

Each day, Sora explored his little universe, gathering berries and juicy fruits to satisfy his appetite. Climbing the trees took great effort with his too-small claws, but his determination never wavered in the face of the promise of a sweet fruit. Life on the island was peaceful—sometimes too peaceful—and loneliness often darkened his heart. He dreamed of meeting others like himself, but the birds he saw in the endless sky never paid attention to his calls.

To break this solitude, Sora sometimes chased nocturnal fireflies or, on sunny days, watched golden butterflies as they gathered the precious nectar of the luminous flowers. However, there was one island inhabitant that the young wolf cub feared: the orange bees, tireless pollinators that buzzed around the flowers morning, noon, and night. Yet they were just as afraid of the little giant who trampled their domain in search of fruits.

Despite everything, Sora deeply loved his island and the habits that gave rhythm to his days. At dawn, he admired the sunrise while savoring the sweetest fruits from the first tree. After his morning walk, he let his overflowing imagination take flight. With his tiny paws, he drew ephemeral shapes on the ground with fruit juice, hopping with joy at his creations, even if they weren’t anything extraordinary.

At noon, he ate the more nourishing fruits from the second tree before indulging in mad dashes around the island, challenging his own speed. In the afternoon, full of energy, he tried to make friends with the fish in the pond. But they, frightened by the giant reflection of the wolf cub, hid at the bottom, convinced he wanted to devour them.

Exhausted from his adventures, Sora ended his day by watching the sunset while eating light fruits from the last tree, ensuring a sweet and restful night. When the moon took its place in the sky, bathing the island in silver light, Sora raised his head and, carried by a caressing wind and the dancing flowers, howled his song, filled with pride and hope.

Sora knew no one would answer him since the poor little wolf cub was alone, but that didn’t stop him from trying every night because he had hope—the hope of hearing an answer to his song one day: his Celestial Howl.