Moonlit concrete canyons echo with howls. Signal midnight terror! Packs are on the prowl!
Demonic toothy grins with lunar glow aglint suggest savage passions with more than a hint. Cowering sheep paralyzed with fright look to wary shepherds on guard through the night. Ravenous rovers mate fang to fleece, predatory prowlers drawn by plaintive bleats. Lobos fear no shepherdsโ dogs nor bullets from their guns, they only fear the cage, wolves were born to run.
Death may be their destiny but living is the chase. Theyโll run the neon jungle โtil theyโre killed or catch a case.