When Winter passed and left the ground hard and bare
There was nary a flower in that frozen soil there
They'd all gone to sleep for a day and some
Waiting out till Spring would come

Winter beat down the weak and the old
Food for the land, nutritional gold
But from it survived but one
A wolf pup who's name remembered in victories come

She lived her life in the snow and the cold
Winter never took her with the weak and the old
They said she was an orphan, they were probably right
Though none could deny her righteous light

Pandrix, roamer alone
From pup to old wolf crone
Eyes of violet and fur of white
No fear of winters bite

They came to greet her
Failed to meet her
Tried to beat her
When paws of white out beat them in the chase

Some say she was a demon
Some say a ghost
Some say she was a goddess
A divine host

Pandrix was a law unto herself, she hunted where she may
And any who would cross her path, would fall dead, there to stay
She was a legend true and a one of a kind
Her blood through many generations, miseries plight

At her death many were born, many were weak, many were dead
Few survived but they were of rock strength and level head
Great leaders, whites among grey-black
No safety to turn your head, death in the back

And so her kin lived past her death, hunted for jealous and hate
Who they were noone knows but this is their fate
The last of them disappeared many moons now
Buried under spiteful tooth or deaths own plough

Though the story does not end here
Blood thicker than thick
Love stronger than strong
It can never disappear

In every white there is a piece of Pandrix
Loners curse or great of mind
Strength and courage like you could not find
Some of all but always she is there in subtle licks

Here you this song, this rhyme and never you forget
The story of Pandrix was to you let
Remember the strife, remember the success
Work hard and live long, for we are in her debt

(My poem is an adaptation of a wolf song sang by the beat of a drum or
howled as a union prayer. Some verses are ommited for prayer, some
added. This is the whole of it and really, it only applies to white
wolves or any with white markings so to clean up any confusion.)

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Bellum, in the year 453 AD.