A lone wolf standing there among the trees
in winterscape, bereft of leaves
yet even in the cold, his heart beats warm
to help him to survive the coming storm

Cold of winter, chill of ice
such is the price of his survival
as he searches for his lifetime mate
beyond the bounds of what is safe

In the silence of the frozen forest
a scent is in the air
and he reaches now with all his senses
to track his lady fair

for instinct leads and heart demands
he find the one who can withstand
the elemental magic of the earth
and procreate the birth
of all he can become


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