His coat bristling in the coldness,
Head held high against the moon,
Howling to his family members,
His mate would give birth very soon.
He knew he would be welcome,
See his wolf cub's, hear their cry's,
Hunt to feed their hunger,
Listen to his she wolf's sighs.
From his hill he surveyed his territory,
Sniffed the markings he had made,
See no other wolf had entered,
In his dark but leafy glade.