Eye windows open once again
The cold world is gone
Hibernation ends
It is time for the ice
To melt under the warmth
Of the heart's hearth
The pelt is shaken
The stregth returns
The joints move once more
As I pace around
A melting prison
The mouth is open
The fangs are bare
Claws pierce the ground
With fire, with fury
Atop the highest rock
For it is time to speak
It is time to howl
heed me, my pack
The Wolf has returned
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When the moon rises high the wolf can ignore its calling until, he is reminded by the howl of a distant brother.
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