As I sat at my desk, looking out of the open window.

A cold breeze came through rustling the curtains.

Then a sound I would never forget in all my years.

Filled the air of the room with it's haunting call.

The wild howl of a wolf.

So beautiful, the high pitched wail.

It penetrates into your soul.

From the depths of the dark forest outside.

The gleaming green eyes can be seen.

Mists of breath forming around their feet as their long tongues hang out.

Wolves, children of the lunar night.

Forever free.

Forever eternal in beauty.