The lone wolf sits under the full moon of a winter's night.
His eyes focused forward, the grit of the desert whips him.
Slowly he lifts his head and emits his solitary howl.
The night echoes a response back on its icy breeze.
Roaming packs move close as they corner a helpless prey.
Their presence doesn't pull him away from his true love.
The isolated night envelopes his mind and eases his soul.
Alone but connected as the star dust flows through his veins.