You are not your father’s keeper
You are not your mother’s mother
You are a huntress
A wolf goddess

The sum of your trials
Feral
But glowing with that holy light

Your crown shall be tarnished
And made of gold and bones

You will wear it even as the weight of it may bear you down
As drops of blood may trickledown your temple
You will wear that blood as war paint

Crouched and snarling
-or-
Standing straight backed and watchful in the wind

Fingers curled with dried blood
-or-
Hands bare and moonlight pale open to the world around you

For every way you are
Remember wolf girl
Your strength has been forged in fire
Don’t apologize for using it

Stand at the edge of your sanity
Howl in the night
Know
Despite any hardships ahead
You have found a home