The Pack Poem by Christon SykesSmith

Pack of six.
Unbreakable.
Undefetable.
Unstoppable.
Rulers of the white, cold lands that we call home.
Never the less we rule all.

Pack of six.
Hunting.
Killing.
Feeding.
Doing what is nessisary to servive.

Pack of five dieing down losing love.
Broken.
Defeted.
Stopped.
Dieing in the white, cold lands that we called home.
healing from devistation.

Once a mighty pack and only one strives.
His only motivation to live on is for his pack.
Now alone,
Refusing to join another pack.

Alone.
Hinting.
Killing.
Starving.
Not eating his prey,
Just killing it...
And leaving it for dead.

Thats how he was left,
To die alone.
But the thing is... No matter how much they want him dead
or he wants to be... he can't.

She wont let him... Just have to keep living.