As wild as you seem,
Your the most loyal,
and when your life is in danger,
You run faster than any kind.
Your intelligent and keen,
You have the sweetest icy blue eyes,
and you hear everything that goes on even when your asleep,
and you smell like courage.
The Forest you slumber in,
is dark and yet damp,
With creatures that keep you awake,
and leave you restless some days.
Your fur is smooth,
and its cleaner than pure white,
Others envy your beauty as an animal,
as you stand so elegantly.
The Silver Moon,
Makes you howl away,
Telling the whole world,
You are leader.
Your Curious of humans,
and why they kill for fun,
With what they call weapons,
This is the only real thing you fear the most.
Full moons make you Crazy,
and other creatures fear you at this time,
As if you were a ghost of the night,
You go out for adventure just to search for prey.
Your fangs rip through flesh as easy as thorns ripping through are skin,
and blood stains your fur coloring you a scarlet like coat,
Your claws grow long and strong,
and their there to help you with your long starving days.
