The pack on the move,
through crystalline snow.
silent foot steps fall.
a hush over the land.

Not a cloud overhead,
to shroud Luna's light.
moon shadows sparkle,
where paws have trod.

Trees  howl from the wind,
answered in unison,
by the pack,
a sad, forlorn noise.

Trees shed their load,
from the sound,
snow crunches,
as the howl fades.

Silvered eyes glow,
moving as one,
following a scent,
of pumping blood.

Steam rises,
nostrils breath,
bedded down deer,
surrounded,

In the mornings twilight,
red streaks on white snow,
will be erased,
by suns rays.