A quick one

I sit on the roof top, waiting to hear a call I know must come. A swift breeze comes by, and I know that the pack is on the way. They leap and bound over the roofs, silent as wind, new hunters for a new age. Down below, neon lights and the smells of gas and humans pollutants float up to my nose, making it burn with a smell that can only be matched by that of death. Nature has become wilted and bare, ready for some one to lay down the last nail in its chest. I hear that howl, the one that ask me to join, and I must wonder, Is it right for some one that did not exist in nature to be fighting for it so? Is it right for one that did not stop it before, only stop it when it might be to late?

That's slightly morbid, but very descriptive of the issues

I commend you

actually it was going to be the main idea behind a sci-fi fantasy novel. genetic testing made werewolves, werewolves feel closer to nature, but where part of the society that has destroyed it ect...