The return south went quickly and was now complete.
The village was near; the pack knew well, where to eat.
The miners weren't afraid, because they saw no threat.
The gold was so plentiful that they didn't fret.
The pups were young and had a ludic behavior.
They loved the large alpha male, he was their savior.
The Shewolf mothers watched over the fierce wolf pack.
They roamed northward to avoid a human attack.
They frolicked and played each day whenever they could.
The pack couldn't let down their guard, and never would.
The miner village was growing because of gold.
Many were getting rich, enormous wealth untold.
The two paths would eventually have to cross.
The miners traveled in pairs afraid of a loss.
One summer day two souls went outside together.
This settled their fate when up came stormy weather.
The two lovers fled into a cave to escape
The storm and the rain because they had no real cape.
Lurking there in the darkness were some of the pack;
It only took seconds before the swift attack.
The others joined in and they all had a good meal.
The two lovers were now gone forever - too real.
Just pieces of cloth and bones were left in the cave;
There weren't any mementos for others to save.
The two lovers were missed that very mournful night.
The whole village was now aware of their sad plight.
The posse was formed and vowed to never come back
Until they could exterminate the whole damn pack.
They were twenty strong when they left the depressed fold.
They tracked the lovers northward, but the trail went cold.
The storm's fury had obliterated the trail.
The posse made camp then, because they would not fail.
The morning sun did not rise on that fateful day.
The foggy mist and clouds kept everything bland grey.
The plans for the deadly hunt spread by word of mouth.
Would the large Shewolf clan regret The Return South?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem