In the shadow of the moon’s gentle light,
Wolves weave tales of the silent night.
Their howls echo through the ancient trees,
Carrying whispers on the midnight breeze.

Eyes like stars pierce the darkened skies,
Guardians of secrets where the mystery lies.
Together they roam, in harmony they find,
The strength of the pack, ever intertwined.

Through the valleys and the snow-kissed peaks,
Their spirits dance as the wild heart speaks.
Bound by nature, untamed and free,
A symphony of wilderness, wild and carefree.

With every dawn, a new journey they seek,
In the heart of the forest, the future they peek.
Echoes of legends, in twilight they sing,
The timeless tale of the wolves’ eternal ring.