In the moonlit forest where shadows dance,
A pack of wolves moves in a trance.
Their eyes gleam with ancient lore,
As they tread softly on the forest floor.
The wind carries their haunting song,
Echoes of a bond that’s strong.
Through tangled branches and starlit skies,
They run with freedom, where the spirit flies.
Underneath the silver glow,
Their howls tell stories of long ago.
Of wilderness vast and untamed land,
Where they roam free, wild and grand.
In unity they find their might,
Guardians of the silent night.
Together they journey, fierce and bold,
In the timeless tales of legends told.