In the Cradle of Light; dawn drifts gently across the snow as little Clara the wolf pup practices her very first howl. But just as she tilts her head and lets out a brave �awoo� a snowflake drifts down � landing right on her nose! Startled she freezes; eyes crossing in wide-eyed confusion. Did she make it fall? Around her the forest glows in quiet laughter; and her tiny paw remains lifted midair. Even the sky seems to giggle � for this is how innocence learns its first magic.