A pack that lasts a life time

Running on swift sure feet.
Running close together.
The feel of fur on fur.
The night sweet.
The stars shinning.
Running no more.
Were on top the mountain.
Hidden among the trees.
Then the moon rises.
Full and silver.
Then one by one we start a song.
We are paying out respects to the moon.

Then lost to all time the moon fades.
The sun begins to rise.
We run home on all fours.
Once we are out of the Forest,
and home again we change.
We loose our fur, and regain our human skin.

Now that the night of the full moon is over.
Everything is back to normal.
Or at least as normal as it get for a werewolf.