• I feel the snow crunching
    beneath my paws.
    The icy wind races across the land
    and cuts through my fur.
    I sense all around me
    see in the darkest night
    hear the faintest sounds
    smell the scent of breathing flesh
    the taste of blood in my mouth.

    I am lord of this world
    everything fears me, no one opposes me
    I am the hunter

    But not tonight
    I ignore my senses,
    my instinct to hunt.
    Tonight I am with my pack,
    the heart and soul of a wolf.
    Tonight we will not hunt,
    but rather sing our age old song
    to the moon and the stars,
    telling the world that
    there is more than death
    in the yellow eyes of the wolf.