They say the Wild Wolf is not of the earth,
But a spirit born of fire and wind,
Its fur woven with the breath of the universe,
Its eyes carrying the secrets of the stars.
When the full moon rises,
The Wolf stands tall, its coat glowing in the night.
It is not just a creature; it is a force,
A reminder that the wild runs deep within the heart.
The Wolf does not fear the dark.
It walks where others dare not go,
Its path lit by the fire within,
Guided by the wisdom of its ancestors.
In its howl, you can hear the call of freedom,
The call of the earth, and the sky above.
The Wolf shows us that to be free is to be one with nature,
To walk with the rhythm of the world, untamed, unbroken.
And when you see the Wolf,
With its glowing eyes and fiery spirit,
You’ll remember that you are wild,
And the world belongs to those who dare to run with it.
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