In the heart of the moonlit forest,
Whispers ride the gentle breeze,
Shadows dance with ancient grace,
Wolves roam beneath the trees.
Eyes gleam with untamed fire,
Silent steps upon the ground,
A symphony of primal desire,
In their world, they are unbound.
Echoes of a distant howl,
Guardians of the night they stand,
Through valleys deep and mountains tall,
They traverse this wild land.
Together as a timeless pack,
Souls entwined in nature’s lore,
Through the darkness and the light,
Wolves will reign forevermore.