Wolf Poem by Ryuzaki Kanzaki

Leading the pack is a great black wolf,
Glaring the night with a furious look,
Running around they are searching for prey,
Nose in the bloodstained trail of the day.

Each moment draws them, near the kill,
Already they can feel, the hunts trill,
They reach the end, the trail runs cold,
The plan to survive may never unfold.

They grow desperate with every minute,
Hunger stroke and they weren't prepared,
They howl to Heaven, praying for food,
And start again in a great pursuit.

Success is the only option left,
The packs future on this depends,
Little cubs await the food
The prey that's hidden by the moon.

Blood is boiling on the snow,
Hurrying they divide the boar,
The pack is saved, for the moment,
cubs sound out in real enjoyment.