Obscure symphony of a lone wolfen cry,
a hymn of heartfelt longing.
Through the shadowed wood he travels,
pausing slightly to sniff the breeze.
A short tremble of anticipation
ripples through his black pelt
as he detects the scent of a young fawn.
He follows the traces in the forest,
marking his path as he goes.
A distant echo disturbs the stifling night,
and his body reacts with haste.
A crackle of thunder rumbles through the heavens
as a burst of lightening scorches the night.
A drop of rain falls upon his muzzle,
he lifts his storm gray eyes to the moonless sky.


This is just something short I wrote. Wolves are my favorite animals, as well as my spirit guide. I have a wolf-hybrid that I own that my uncle is taking care of until I'm 18. Her name is Lakota.