The wolves move through the midnight mist,
Silent paws in shadows kissed,
Eyes aglow with primal fire,
Bound by blood, by fierce desire.

Each step in sync, each breath aligned,
A loyalty that’s rarely kind—
For in this pack, strength has no pause,
And each one fights for the common cause.

The leader stands, unbreakable, bold,
A story of wisdom in furs of gold,
With a howl that slices the star-filled skies,
An anthem of pride in the night’s reprise.

They hunt as one, they roam as kin,
A bond as thick as the forest within,
No one left behind, no soul alone,
The pack’s fierce heart is carved from stone.

Through wind and frost, through shadowed vale,
They forge ahead on a silver trail,
A unity rare, a trust so pure—
Together they thrive, together endure.

The pride of the pack is not in might,
But in the loyalty they ignite,
A vow unspoken, but deeply known,
For in this family, each wolf has grown.

So heed their call, the howl of night,
A song of strength, of bonded right,
For in the pack, they live, they thrive—
A force as wild as life, alive.