A chosen few run side by side
tightly bound by Ancient Pride.
By pack they hunt by group they ride,
even miles apart there side by side.
Twilight signals the time has come,
pride sets in Lone Wolves run.
Each a ruler under moonlit skies,
commanding the weak with hollow eyes.
Senses rise as Lone wolves near,
fueled by pride drawn by fear.
Gunnar W. Hassenplug
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