• As the Lone Wolf casts his eerie song
    Up to the moon, all night long
    His thoughts drift to his traveling pack
    For they are on the Hunt.

    He can only imagine the thrill of the chase
    The thundering feet in that deadly race
    The pounding hearts, beating as one
    Then finally, the Kill.

    The Wolf is distracted from his waking dream
    As he turns his attention to the nearby stream
    Standing on the bank is a beautiful creature
    The Lone Wolf found his Mate.