Running unheard through the forest and desert,

Loping gracefully after an elk,

The Hunt is on,

Clawing and howling is heard throughout the silence,

The fight is on,

The winner emerges Alpha,

The loser falls to the ground, dead,

The pack stands united once more,

Fur ruffles in the wind, golden eyes flashing,

Tails softly thump the ground and ears prick up,

The sun falls, and blood-chilling howling is heard throughout the world
as The One Pack howls at the moon,

The unity is once again shattered,

Golden eyes flash,

Claws slash,

The Hunt continues on,

The Wheel turns further,

And the Wolves live their lives,

Freely and happily...

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Artificium, in the year 411 AD.