Those snow prints mark you Like a howl at the pining moon Crying at your beckoning calls, Family and loyalty runs deep With wilderness in the night.
You find spaces in hollow pine Whilst stood on boulders, Your cry screeches through Descending moons and bark, The most gentle of heart But viciously snarls and bites.
Coat as thick as the ground you tread, Scratching at your fur as snow flakes fall Shaking like the leaves in cool breeze beneath your feet, Blending into snow but only able To see pearl smoky quartz eyes.
Just a quick write. I'm glad HP is fixed also! :~D