The huntress prowls step by step
Silent as the moon moving across the heavens
Moving through the trees searching for prey
Her only thoughts are on the hunt the moment
Skillfully she moves as if a beast herself
Leaping crawling each step planned and laid bare
Time moves on the night begins to fall
I must hurry she begins to thinks to herself
Then out of the brush appears a pure beast
Eyes fierce blended with rage and determination
He stands proud and tall a regal nature
Cloaked in solid fur colored by ebon skies
They lock eyes the exchange so intense
The huntress does not back down to fear
No matter how hard the beast may press
Nor does she draw to reap breath from foe
This beast this wolf of deepest night
She is lost in his form and his eyes
Bonds are born on much stranger tides
Her thoughts as his are as equals
Like two generals locked in a stalemate neither to budge
Time seems to come to a halt motionless they remain
Waiting for a sign from the other anything
Then as if fate itself had laid the story in the beginning
The ebon wolf bows to the huntress
She is amazed and returns in kind
Both her and the beast twins in thought
Matched strength pride and sense of nature
A bond to outlast the heavens and more
The huntress and the wolf