By Tirok Streamgaurd
O'er the hills
Through the Mossfloer's wake
Walks a warrior like no other
Who would rather give than take.
Paw on dagger
Blue eyes bright
Below the green canopy,
In the dancing light.
Swift as an arrow
Mysterious as the sea
Darting about the forest floor...
Behind you, behind me.
Befriending Marlfoxes
Woodland be thy home
Ne'er fighting, ne'er slaying
Though her heart be made of stone
Turning head up to the sky
Looking about, eyes hard
Lo Behold, keep your eyes open wide,
The Legendary Tirok Streamguard!